Daybreak

The sea was turning into shimmering gold. 

Dark silhouettes on the beaches in the sudden activity. 

I was here on recuperation and already the salty breeze had washed away the pains of surgery. 

I walked apace with the gently lapping waves.

The boatmen were pulling out.

Another day out at sea for them.

Ropes tugged, nets thrown in. 

Riding the waves. 

Soon they were tiny spots in the deep, 

Till the horizon swallowed them up. 

Mesmerizing vision.

The daily ritual here,

but centuries of constancy. 

The inseparable bond 

Of man and the sea.

The seagulls flew by.

Wistfully I stood, 

Gazing at the sea.