Early

Surviving its own darker dark, fit for words

A huge pink effulgence along the horizon

Centres where the sun will soon break out

And brighten the cool inlet. Everywhere birdsong.

Waves roll in steadily at something like hightide.

No vehicles on the road at all.

Windows on hillsides glare at the beginning

Of the hottest day ever in recorded time.

Meditation, where irritating city worries infiltrate.

I could talk them out of existence

By watching waves, that man early with his dog,

A heron flying up the firebreak,

The beauty of houses amidst blue-hinting trees

Without further need of discussion.