Rosemary Du Mont
The pre-dawn horizon is bright and clear
I look down at
Boats floating like islands, mirrored in the still water
There are mountains at the water’s edge
That look like a row of dark jagged buildings
Whose reflections serve the sea as hanging gardens
A quarter moon-shaped dark rock protrudes from the depths
I am told that it is filled with pelicans
I can only imagine, for I cannot see them on land
But I see them soaring in the limitless sky
A dozen birds scatter and return to their island home below
They startle my heart
Now comes the sun, out of the low hanging mist
A flush of white cloud and red cloud dawning from behind a mountain peak
Soon the air is ablaze with all shades of red and orange
Brilliant tumbling cloud fragments
I am drowning in the sky
While worldly matters may take their turn,
Ancient, modern, to and fro,
The sea, the mountains, the sunrise, have no ending time
Changeless in their glory.
