Early Morning In Walvis Bay

Hand in hand with the breaking pink light of dawn, A light east breeze dances on tiptoes upon the water’s surface. I stand on the wooden deck, looking out onto the quiet bay, Scattered boats gently sway in their moorings. Making me feel like I am flying amongst them - a bird on a wing, Flocks of terns swoop and rise in graceful circles close beside me. Dexterously stepping over the green covered rocks on the shore, three white egrets are here too; They keenly pick out their breakfast in the lapping tide. With a swoop and fall, a cormorant dives deftly into the water and disappears, Moments later the bird emerges several metres away as if out of nowhere. In a display of alternating flashes of grey and brilliant white, Plovers so small and so swift turn and glide in controlled unison. I glance northwards towards a distant gentle hum, There great ships are silhouetted in the waking harbour. I stand and breathe in true appreciation; Oh, the magnificent beauty of this new day.