Early Bird

I am here on my life boat
drifting in the doldrums.

You are out on the lawn
bathed in scent of moonglow.

We navigate by starlight,
bend to the pull of planets.

By morning I hear you
trilling your sweet song

From the garden where ripe
tomatoes and peppers swell.

This is how we rise from waters
where swirling dark dreams dwell.


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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