First light
Pedaling boards
In the dewy shadows
I am surprised
By my fellow first-lighters
Children, teenagers, middle-agers, old-agers
All seeking the same thing:
Solitude, companionship
In the waking dawn
To walk, run, or cycle with the ocean
To our right, heading north
To our left, heading south
Perspective is
Perception
Pedaling,
Waiting
For this first light
To reveal
Daylight
Watching the curve
Of our spinning sphere
Dip down
Below the first sliver of fire
Obscured by clouds
Revealed through lighted slats
Red, orange, yellow, purple, pink
Refracted,
Spreading across
The wide swathe of heaven
The glory of God
The glory of earth
The glory of reliability
The glory of knowing it’s coming
And yet
Standing
In wonder
At its appearing
Breathless beauty
Predictable,
Hope-filled
Unexpected sunrise
