At Sunrise
I am drawn by the new light,
Flickering with hope,
Absorbed in the first rays.
The horizon streaked with possibility
And the night soon forgotten.
There is silence between
Each unfolding wave
And cry of the first gulls,
Patiently anticipating the sun.
Reverent, unhurried.
Peace settles while the
Waves break in crimson and gold
And the gulls wait out the sunrise.
A moment more they whisper.
A moment more.
I turn my back,
Feeling the new warmth.
Now my thoughts return,
As the waves build to a crescendo
And the gulls signal an end to the quiet.
