A mirror’s edge horizon
cuts the endless blue sea from the endless blue sky
with only a scattered motu, a motionless cumulus.
Velvet blue waters team with life uninterrupted
as the soft melodious chug of the engine takes us in
and rouses the morning watch.
The dying embers of a fisherman’s fire
-yesternight’s waning warmth -
signals the dawn of the coming day.
© Sheila Ash, 2018
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