Sunset, New Year’s Day, 2014

the sky turned the colour of cobalt and purple

as the horizon line catches fire


dark and heavy clouds shaped like an anvil’s face

that is ready for work


there is a stillness and a quiet that lingers in the air

after the scent of cordite and sulphur

has long been blown away by a breeze

that came in this morning


it is the perfect opportunity

to name the things

we wish to leave behind


this act of letting go carries the burden

of the promise of the open palm

the fingers stretch out to release what is captive there


and whatever comes to take its place

is for the sunrise to decide



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