Dawn patrol
--

Off in the distance,
Softly striated clouds are
scattered over the eastern
horizon.
The water is smooth
as polished glass
hand blown by an artisan
until the waves
heave upon it.

Pure liquid emerald
refracting sunlight
catching its first glimpse of today.
Bending it to a quiet ellipse
as the peak curls over your head.
Porpoise joyfully bound
with you,
racing just ahead
at the mouth
of the gyrating tunnel
enclosing you.

You glide along its rising face,
calmly poised between
silent ecstasy
and
furious destruction.
A Fall Sigh
A Simple Map of the Existential Dilemna We Swim Through
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