Atlantic ocean, under a rose-gold dawn;
Waves rushing, rhythmic, sky shifting with every breath.
Gulls flying and laughing, sanderlings skittering
As they chase each breaker on clockwork legs.
The light grows, the sky shimmers,
Whispering wind surrounds me, ankles gritting on dun sand.

Awake, now, for just this moment—
And how did five minutes grow so wide?—
I greet the sun. Sea-sound grips my heart.
I am alive.