Original digital realistic art: “Twilight Blues” by: rob kistner © 8/14/23
T raffic holding its breath, sky a tense diaphragm, dead calm envelops me as nothing moves on the bridge beyond. A damp vespered fog, adrift on the water, wraps ’round me like a cool blanket. It muffles even the sparse sounds of twilight’s industry, as if the whole world is held at pause, anticipating night.
Standing, watching the current, I am alone with my thoughts, enshrouded in a peaceful privacy. There is an abiding sense of safe anonymity. Secure in this emotional shelter, the regrets of this day dim and fade into the mist.
Was what was said too much, or was it too little, leaving the moment unpunctuated, lost in the amorphous blue-grey of personal misinterpretation. No matter, it truly is water under the bridge.
I sigh. This brief sanctuary is a soothing balm, so welcome at the end of this most eventful day.
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rob kistner © 8/14/23
Poetry at: dVerse
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