Dark night,

sea seeps into sky.

I make footprints,

sand soft against my soles,

soft against my soul,

dipping my feet

at the ocean’s edge.

 

First light fills the sea.

Sable brushes

against sky.

Ebony ripples

topped

by pale whitecaps.

 

Still,

the sea is monotonously calm.

One small wave

lands at my feet.

 

Clouds fall into horizon.

Sky grows lavender

and pale azure,

flaunts charcoal clouds.

 

Rain

comes.

I

walk.

 

East,

stirring of orange glow.

By my right shoulder,

moon peers through clouds.

 

Sandpipers descend

from

wherever they spend the night.

Feast on

tiny shoreline organisms.

Nimbly avoid

the sweep of waves.

Race forward

and back

from water’s edge.

Skim across the sand

in a motley crew,

in a ballet of

choice

&

fate.

 

Now,

Bach’s major chords.

Lemon, rose, violet commingle,

create

a path to the horizon.

Clouds consume rising mist.

 

West light expands.

Sun capers

in cloud mountain  peaks,

rises from the sea.

 

Indigo clouds stretch,

unveil coral cumulous,

so fluffy

I could eat them.

 

Cloud column rises from sea,

lays against green sky.

Thunder crashes,

booms.

Lightening cracks open sky.

Heat leaps from sand.

 

Moist

heat

rises,

cocoons me.

 

North turquoise sky,

dusky blue ocean.

 

I turn south,

purple horizon,

salmon undercoat,

azure and lemon overlay.

 

Creation

every day.