Becoming
If you get there early enough
you will see the wide, waking yawn
of first light open on the bay,
see the air break into birds
and the far shore of the headland
emerge from its thick cloak of dark.
You will witness the sound
of waves become water,
distant lights grow into anchored ships
and the screech of seagulls
find their winged form
as they fly overhead.
Then as the sun breaks
the horizon, you will begin to see
past and through all things,
feel yourself and creation
moving in the great mystery
of becoming.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2025
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