When all eyes turned up to the sky,
you'd think we could agree
on what that was appearing there
for everyone to see.

So many focused on the clouds,
horizons vague and gray,
as others found an absent sun.
But one saw dawn's new day.

I was that lonely optimist
awaiting rising light,
and hope remains my outlook now:
tomorrow's born of night.

Outlook © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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12 lines.  Image prompt (dual sun/moon, day/night reflection) challenge - link: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2764799-Fantasy-936
Submitted: November 6, 2020

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