The Moment Past Dawn
The river is calm, early in the morning,
too early for the wind to ripple the waters.
It is the moment when the tide halts
and is neither incoming or flowing back to the sea,
a moment when suddenly, anything is possible
and you can row your small boat
anywhere, a moment
when the longest journey beckons
and fear evaporates like morning fog,
and you begin, singing, your own oars
creating the only ripple, catching the morning sun
as they reach out, to the shore, to the sea, to the horizon.
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The picture was taken at Mystic Seaport, CT. You can click on it for a larger version.
Tom
Quarry House 
I greatly enjoyed readig your poem,
it captures the early morning’s promise beautifully. I can almost hear the rhythmic lapping of the sea and see the boats dancing along.
I love those moments in life when anything is possible.
Mystic is lovely.
Dear Tom, I like the feeling that your poem bring to us in a peaceful place like that.
Best wishes,
Rosana
Lovely Tom, I imagined myself on my stand up paddle board on my river paddling out to the river mouth….
Happy days
Hi Tom,
That time of peace and calm before the world awakes is magical.
I like the image of the rower lifting up morning song.