Cancun

Looking over the water,
The sunrise breaks through
Paltry clouds in a dozen beams
 Of particles that pulverize the darkness
 So I see from above
 Like a gull gliding in the wind,
 With the eye He gifted,
 The lighted world.
 The same eyes
that view that Beauty in the heart of woman
 Who yearns to hold onto one Last anchor
 before drifiting into the depth.
 Eyes that see in glimpses In the person and the thing
 The creation like the Creator
 Who watches over us
 To pull us up from the bottom That engulfs us
 And bring us into the New Day.