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 graying, languid sea, annoyed by quiet cheerful winds, laboriously molded lethargic waves; lethargic waves of fickle frothed faces falling upon the pillowed shores. Above, a lone sea gull slices through the salt laden air— leaving an invisible trail—memories left behind by the perilous journey’s end. Laying in the roped womb of verandah hammock, I cracked a smile, and humming praises to the Creator, gave thanks for sharing another birth of day.