nova scotia sunset

the sea gets stained salmon
and the clouds feel so close to touch
and the sky only grows richer in time
i wish i could capture this moment in a picture
but i know it won’t suffice
so i take it in with words and hope the pen in my mitted hands doesn’t dry out from the cold
this is peace
the marbled yellow reflections on the blue sea
tracing circles in an orange glow

i feel strange here
not my home
so familiar but not mine
and i am grateful for what got me here
the people along the way
but i miss my home
the one i tried to run away from
from what i know
the rush of life
the glue of routine
but this makes me feel as if it isn’t so bad
that maybe the life i’ve carved really is good
and it’s just hard to recognize until i’m not there anymore
and here my pen runs out