Vantage

Sitting in the corner room
Of the Inn at Castle Hill
Where we celebrated liberty
Over lobster hash and jazz
Where we celebrated marriage
Over asthma and divided children

I can look straight ahead
Out the west-facing window
And watch the sun set
In rose-colored harmony
With the azure sky
And the steady channel waters

I can turn to my left
Feeling the lump on my clavicle
And look to the southwest
At the black clouds of evening
Swallowing the bruised sun
Into a wine dark sea

Vantage is everything
We can marvel at the rose
We can grieve the bruise
We can live with both truths
Of what is changed and lost
Of what is possibility and gift