At dawn,
a gray ceiling breaks
over Lake Ontario’s shore
and shows a myriad of clouds,
white as swans,
which part and play themselves out
to display blue
as it becomes blue and bluer still,
while below, water ripples
just beneath
the furled feet of surface skimming birds.
The ripples rise –
water rises high enough to fall
then splash
and bless
the sanctuary of the shore.
Dave Read