Right here is where the brand new day begins
Where blue takes over, painted on the map,
A portrait of an edge, a line, a flap
A moment in the bright world as it spins.
Fresh paleness spreads across the eastern sky
I run towards the blank page of the sea
To write across it, splash out ‘This is me!’
Beneath the morning sun’s unblinking eye.
East is always sunrise, always growing
Along a coast that’s reborn every time
The sky a stained-glass window in the sun
Until the high tide says ‘I must be going’
And turns and ebbs away like a lost rhyme.
The poem has ended. Dawn’s clean colours run.