Another Birth of Day
Out of the darkness of night
crept the dawn.
Steaming with thirst,
the dry mouth sun rose—
inebriating itself with morning
dew—leaving sparkling stars of green
scattered across the quilted earth.
The greying languid sea,
annoyed by quiet cheerful winds,
laboriously moulded lethargic waves;
lethargic waves of fickle frothed faces
falling upon the pillowed shores.
Above, a lone seagull
slices through the salt-laden air—
leaving an invisible trail—salted memories
left behind by the perilous journey’s end.
Laying in the roped womb
of a verandah hammock, I cracked a smile,
humming praises to the Creator:
and gave thanks for another birth of day.
Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2019