Dawn, Gulls, Waves and Stones

Dark backed gulls

dip and glide

as the breeze

steers their course

beneath them the

lake looks infinite 

the city still sleeps

tired from

the rowdy night

the beach littered

with smooth stones

can they be read

like tea leaves

or do they

remain undecipherable

like ancient hieroglyphs

as the sunrise brightens

and the landscape sharpens

coming into focus

a solitary figure

standing in the growing light

face turned upward

like a primitive figurine

its footprints

washed away with

the lapping waves  

 

Author's Note

~ pencil on paper, MCS