5 am At The Shore by Sarah Brown Weitzman

 

Sky and sea are one black,
the sky’s smooth

while the sea is wrinkled.
Soon the sky lightens

as a jagged gray crack
breaks along the foothills of East.

The crack widens
Stars blink out of sight

as night rolls up its heavy carpet.
Then as though a lamp was lit

beneath the horizon
the sky now a yellow gauze

glows brighter to a red
as red as a sunset.

The sea shimmers
in reflected radiance

at the exact moment
the sun opens the door to day.