Vacation before the time of plague

 

Outside the French doors, dawn stirs.

Tide is out. Sand stretches into the horizons

like Christmas Eve – filled with possibility.

 

From the kitchen, espresso’s dark fragrance

curls, floating on the breeze from the patio.

My beloved has made the trip to get coffee.

 

Pelicans soar through the panel of sky

between roof and balcony rail, silent silhouettes

against the cloud-brushed blue.

 

Soon the sky will dominate this cool tableau

vivid yellow shafts of hot light, scorching sand.

But for now, the day unfurls gently. The sea blossoms.