A Poem a Day (650): Sunrise

 
Sunrise
 
So small.
A peck. A dot. It slides,
honey spilling out.
 
A pencilled-in line or two
makes merriment,
and we are beyond talk.
 
An aside, like a sandwich
sat on a dish, waiting 
to be devoured.

Someone waves out there,
but it’s just breeze.
It goes unnoticed.
 
Surf sounds, soft curves,
the horizon lights up.
A bird flutters out.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, April 20, 2024