Day 15

At sun-up, the boats cross the spacious estuary
the warm morning star eases a fragile light
over still waters stretched outwards to sea

for all you ever wanted is nearing sight
somewhere past the brilliant cliffs, a young flit
of sweeping love watches the osprey take flight

and the pearls of fractured sun settle on the summits
and plunges of shoreline and strikes across feathers
as wings surf and then turning once more, plummets

over the glassy stillness where two boats tack together
in the hush before the journey, where the vessels gather.