Enveloping darkness,

and then slowly behind

a bank of clouds a

half circle of light 

peeks out and grows

into a full sphere,

signaling another

blue-sky day.

Barely a soul in sight,

walking toward the

rising sun, we make

the first prints in the 

sand. On our left 

seagrass swaying, on 

our right crashing

waves and seagulls.

This is creation.