For the Lifetime of a Minute

Sunrise over the beach

When dawn approaches with the usual palette

on this January morning,

sky flaunts willful, windborne clouds,

resistant to all

but shades of gray.

At my window I return to coffee and notebook,

like the fisherman

intent on what hides in the sea.

Hearts beat,

his and mine and the fishes,

even the rhythm of unborn poems.

But while fish and poems swim

in secret places,

the fisherman and I are caught.

For a minute

sky accepts the brush of dawn.

The hint of color snags

me in my bed,

the fisherman on the beach.

We both look up.

For a minute between slate and silver,

all is washed the palest pink,

and this sky is just what we need.


Title from “Revelation” by Jenny George