that all is well

the eastern sun
in its

rise.
warm and blue against
the sea.

the white brow
of waves breaking.

the line of sand, wide
and unmarked.

gulls in stripes.
ships

in the distance, red
and green
against the horizon

plowing north.
we sit here, early

in our first day to catch
this light.

you'd almost thing the world
was fine,

that all is well.