Another Birth of Day (Prologue)

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life

Out of the darkness of night

crept the dawn.

Steaming with thirst,

the dry mouth sun rose—

inebriating itself with morning

dew—leaving sparkling stars of green

scattered across the quilted earth.

The greying languid sea,

annoyed by quiet cheerful winds,

laboriously moulded lethargic waves;

lethargic waves of fickle frothed faces

falling upon the pillowed shores.

Above, a lone seagull

slices through the salt-laden air—

leaving an invisible trail—salted memories

left behind by the perilous journey’s end.

Laying in the roped womb

of a verandah hammock, I cracked a smile,

humming praises to the Creator:

and gave thanks for another birth of day.