One Golden Moment

Day begins again:
the gulls,
already hard at work,
pause in flight
to watch the sun
lifting its golden head
above the clouds.
My boat lies here
on the dock,
glowing softly
as the light streams across the water;
your boat, I see,
is already steaming off
to join the other silent fishermen
in search of the catch of the day.
And there is peace for each:
in the pausing, the resting,
the flight and the steaming --
many different tasks and perspectives;
one whole,
one golden moment of light.


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