Sunrise and sunset, indistinguishable
unless you know what direction you face.
East or west, forward or back, living or
giving up, giving in, saying goodbye.
Does this gold signal a new day dawning?
An invitation to work, a promise,
possibilities, hopes, dreams, a future,
if we seize the day and work together.
Or does dusk follow, fading into dark?
Sunset shadows, shutting in, shutting down,
time to go, moving into that long night.
I am not ready—I say it is dawn.