In the Morn before the Dawn
Dawn in Myanmar
In the morn before the dawn
before the break of day
I wake and ponder cycles
some here some float away.
The rhythm of the curling waves
splash in language on the shore
and like the beating of two hearts
seek one more encore.
My mind drifts o’er the oceans
to Inle Lake set in the hills
and ere the dawn is breaking
a Myanmar morning spills.
The boats are borne suspended
above the glassy lake
mirrored by the beauty
placed there by heaven’s sake.
The black masked diving gulls
like sequins dart and float
the boatman poised in pirouette
softly propels his boat.
The dripping floating gardens
lie like rushes near the shoreline
endemic and endangered fish
swim in shades of blood red wine.
The creeping crimson sunrise
breaks the rhapsody of night
until the morn before the dawn
is blinded by the light.
Though my heart is wandering
my mind’s eye’s wide open
the sights I see ere the dawn
stay with me stark and frozen.
©
David Rudder
19th June 2020
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