Up before even the gulls,
I unfold my webbed chair and this morning’s Times;
a thermos of coffee and a couple of Walker shortbreads
to spend this hour with a new day being born.
A strip of bare sand is my castle, I will leave it
as I find it, laced with rising surf and prickly pear
along with driftwood artifacts scattered about
with great aesthetic effect.
I could happily stay here until winter is done
to watch the new day diamond the river
with promises and prayers, a vista created
for poets and painters and all
who find peace in the smiling faces of dolphins
as they splash in primordial play.
This was written a couple of years ago, shortly after dolphins were spotted
in Maryland’s Nanticoke River.