peace
Peace
A glorious morning in the bay of Cascais
seven coastal ships on a mirror.
Stilleben
Sunday, the crew are asleep
except for a cook who is up preparing
breakfast
This could be a picture of eternity
but a small motorboat breaks the mirror
leaves a white scar that heals itself
The sky is softly blue, and white clouds are
sun-flecked and in no haste going anywhere
on this day of bliss
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2025
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