The dazzle of morning light dances
across the surf of the pulsating bay.
Enthralled, yet blinded, by the beauty
of it all, we stand stunned listening
to the staccato gossip of the gulls
and the incessant tumble of the waves.
Until all that we are and desire
dissolves in the ephemeral effluent
that flows quiet freely in the everyday
chatter of friends, like DNA fragments
combining and recombining in endless strands
of meaning manifesting momentarily
second by second across this sacred life,
this surface shimmer, we call home.
(May 2010)
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