Views From A Seaside Balcony

Clock hands catch missing time
As a new days looms and knits
Into a sunrise on the horizon

The ocean wears white caps
Of tidings from faraway places
Carried by favoured currents

Fishermen stands on rock shelves
Arranged according to daring
Joined to the sea by flimsy rods

Surfers dart across waves of emotion
Buoyed by the sheer joy
Of riding as one with the ocean