Morning Moment
Barefoot
I stand beside the water.
Ocean sand and red clay warming my feet,
salt air cleansing my thought.
Shadows fade gray before the dawn.
Tidal surging
mark another day, another time.
A ship sails from harbor
moving sedately toward the rising sun.
I turn to go
and a gull greets me with cries.
Perhaps tomorrow
all longings will be stilled.
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