Seeing the Sun Rise

The somnolent ocean rides with us
on our right, a vast plain, a waiting place
for what she wants to see:
the ponderous bulk floating silently up
from behind the curve to breach, red in a salmon sky.
She has her yogurt, granola bars, and water bottle.
Now to our left, the ocean still lies felt, not seen,
behind a beach house fortified,
with no apparent stairs.
She puts up her mask and disappears.
Did you get in okay?
Yes
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I drive home and dive deep
back into my bed.

May 23 2020