He rises
over the edge of
the world with a promise
of new beginnings. A perfect
form taking shape giving life and light
and energy. The dawn chorus begins and the
tweeting birds take first flight, welcoming him on
the horizon. The soaring raptor spreads his wings
taking aim at his awakening prey. The sunflowers
yawn and stretch their arms, as if the man in the
moon has forgotten to depart. The crashing
waves file in one by one, bowing in salute
to his splendor, thanking him for their
beauty only to be seen under his guise.
And as he completes his journey, in that briefest of moments, the world is still, in awe, in silence, in hope that anything is possible.