I am where I belong.
On the fringe.
Sur la plage.
At the eastern-most edge of land.
I sit in darkness, anticipating Dawn.
What palette will she use this day?
Scattering her petals,
Heralding the Sun.
Will she choose correctly?
Or seeing the Sun beyond the horizon
Change palettes to suit his mood?
I wait eager, when will the
Breach the horizon?
Watch as he reveals himself.
Spreads his golden carpet across the sea,
To the shore
Bathing me in the light of