In profound silence,
save a flock of birds upon the wing,
light replaces absence,
like a receding tide
revealing oysters
to chatty shorebirds.  
What was once merely promise
flows into the eyes with abandon,
reality riding the burgeoning wave.
Shadows shift
as cordgrass bends to the current's will
drawn by the moon's
unseen embrace of water.      
Blues and greens accept their destinies
standing shoulder to shoulder
at the birth of this new day.
Beside the water
image and illusion
coexist.
Here, in this borderland,
where states of matter mingle,
time's passage, like this dawn,
is fixed within one's memory
like an insect
trapped in amber.                                                         
It is morning.


© by Kent Reichert.
Used here with the author's permission.

Photo credit: Chris Almerini