As the squawking, cackling, laughing sound of excited sea gulls during early morning flight stir me, wake me,
from my drowsing state,nand the day- breaking putt, putt, putt, puttttttttttttttering, cicada pumping sound of docked shrimp boats bulge
emptying the fore nights` seeping high,low tide sea water out of their belly`s bins.
I laboriously open my still heavy eye lids, hazily squinting towards the dawning eastern horizon, framed
by bedroom window panes.
Adjusting my vision into focus, I take in the new twilight, lavender, blue, cresting above the gold,
followed by orange-red, followed by yellow
than platinum light. A prodigious yawn, a deep inhale of moist, salty spice early morning sea breeze, a reverberating stretch,
re-kindling warm blood flows once again through my reposed vessel veins.
I sit up on my side of the bed before rising to my feet,
turn to look at you lying next to me still sleeping
with a serene, peaceful, angelic face. The kind of perfect portrait face renaissance master painters gave us for the ages.
I remain there awhile, still, silent, beholding, awing your beauty; then, just before I rise, I realize God`s purposeful intention
when he created you. I stand, and a smile becomes my face.
Rudy H. Garcia 11/7/14