I don’t know why I wait for the Sun. It rises anyway and never says a word.
There must be something wrong with this. Why hope the morning’s newness breaks so I can know what’s really true? Why hope this beauty sets once it has finally risen?
WAVES DISTURB THE BEACH
SEAGULLS WATCH THE MORNING WAVES
LOOK! WE’RE DOING THIS
Written for dVerse Haibun Monday Ekphrasis and Haiga hosted by Björn Rudberg. Photo: “Birds and Sunrise” by the author.