




The paths by the sea are quiet this early in the day
As the sun rises over the Matanzas Bay Inlet,
Gifting golden rays to the eastern walls and trees.
Building cloud cover above
And rumored rip current below
Infect each new resolution
With nebulous-consequence unease
Sailing skiffs, resting now too far aground,
Rely on the promise of an incoming tide,
While water joins sky in flushed expectation
Of sun’s regal rise o’er the eastern dunes.