The following poem was quickly scribbled on the back of an envelope in a bus, as I was observing the wonder of the sun sinking into the ocean.
Just moments after the sun
is swallowed by
the endless stretch of sea
a few shreds of light
hold onto the darkening sky
the water, colored with an odd
but brilliant shade of blue
glimmers as if lit beneath
by the sinking sun
the last murmurs of day
whisper up
through the water's shield
Subtly the brilliance fades
as the sun makes her way
to the other horizon.
