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.