The sun rises
And the sun rises
And the sun rises
Swathed in red-tipped galahs of clouds
Or probing the sky with Michelangelic searchlights
Or luminescent through mist
Much as the sea swells, falls and swells
Beating itself into a fury against whatever it can find
Or leaning indolently on the sand…
The sun rises
And the sea swells
Much as the inexorable slow growth of cells goes on
And babies are born one way or another.
So what’s new?
