At Sunrise

Her hair falls down in curls
Tumbling loose around her shoulders
Framing a heart-shaped face
Turned up toward the rising sun
A smile crosses her thin lips
Rouge-touched and soft as rain
She waits for the morning tide
Hoping it takes her far away
Slip-shod and muddy as it is
The ocean calls her name
Her feet encased in sandals
Toes caressing leather soles
Pressed patterns in white sand
In wave-wet sand compacted
Left behind when she walks away
With a jaunty sort of stride
As happy as a cartoon sun
That hangs proudly in the sky
Calling hunts-up to the day
Hoping she can make it stay
Her head turns to light her face
Angelic in its simplicity
As she walks further down the beach
Still searching for herself.

Sam