My window frames a sunset
Too beautiful for words:
We love this time of day so much,
And yet — it’s a transition, a massive shift,
A movement from light to dark that,
When it shifts again,
We will celebrate again.
Why then have we not learned
To celebrate other types of change and transition?
Why is our first response so often fear?
Is it because we have no frame
In which to contain it?
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