The Truth and Beauty of the Moment

 The Truth and Beauty of the Moment

I step outside,
look to the north,
and wait.
My eyes adjust,
a pinkish light begins to appear
as evening clouds disperse.
Just a hint at first,
then more
    and more
        and more -
here and there
and everywhere.
It brightens and shimmers,
fills the sky
 and me
with wonder.
At first the wonder is -
could this be true?
Then quickly shifts to awe,
with an understanding that
sometimes there is no need to know
why or how or if.
I could rest easy
in the truth and beauty
of the moment -
just me and the breeze
and the silhouettes of trees
under a mystical canopy
 of Aurora.

Sarah Carlson
October 10, 2024