Untitled - March 04, 2003

It's a calm that descends
upon the early summer morning,
unbroken by the quiet lapping
at the shoreline.

Eyes searching beyond
the horizon
and the waters,
for the tempest
that breaks
just beneath the surface.

A swirling in massed confusion
creates an undertow
that threatens
to drown all within.

For a single moment,
everything hangs in delicate balance
waiting for the cresting of the waves
that frames the beginning of a new day.