At This Moment

Cool dawn is coming
my spirit moves
feet touch down
on cold stone
ceiling fans give current
to the sweet air
I'm away from home
but happy again
Slowly I shower
and slower yet dress
my room is neat but
oh, so empty
it's such a shame
I've slept alone again
one more restive evening
lost to austerity
The walk to beach
is quiet and lonely
tall moldy pines tower
over my presence
sand is so white
clean and cool beneath me
slowly the steps
carry me on down beach
our sun is rising
pushing dawn over the hills
Such shades of greenery
pale pastels in sky
dawn clouds swept past
as winds clean air
at this moment
I alone stand silently here.

by Michael Walkerjohn

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