Shadow and Light

I wish it were that simple,
watching for omens, seeking
guidance on the long road.
The shadow travels through
most days, along with the light.
Sometimes it can be difficult
to tell the difference.

When she left she took
the high road and disappeared
over the mountain.
She could just as easily
have torn something apart
but had decided this time
would be different.

Some remember her
arriving—others can
only see the leaving,
only the dark silhouette
in flight, missing the fact
that she stayed that long,
and missing all the light.