A morning thought (first draft)


No one boat

Hum
Quiet roar
Diesel engines
Far outside this still bay

Songbirds
Sing to the red clouds
Which startle me
When I wake

Seconds
change the colors
Alerting which birds awake
A seal floats by in swirls

Escape
Immerse in the wind
Dive into the water
Attempt to wash away the grief

Uncertainty
loss for what was
Reminds me of the engines
In the distance

Wakes
Created somewhere else
Rocking someone else’s boat
Falsely, I pretend no ripples are here

Roars
Of far away protests
Ripple the shores of my mind
Awakening what can never go back

Wind
Gathers and blows
Across water, smooths granite
Then calms again, waiting

What will become
of the roar in the distance?
The hum of the collective silent listeners, open your ears

Hear
breath as the seal surfaces,
splash of the fish and the osprey
Her first cry signals the sun lifted

Each
Part of morning fits like a puzzle
Together we create the hum
Of sounds we want to hear together