I watch the water.
Not that I really see water itself,
But simply the light of the dawning sky
Reflected on the smooth surface
Left by the recent raft of breakers.
I watch the water… I see the light.
Not that I even see the light itself,
But simply the light’s creative play
On the crests of crashing rollers.
On the breeze-rippled expanse of the bay.
For light itself, I look to that immanent glow
From beyond the hard horizon.
I look for it to shine its brilliance
Upon the greater water I await,