solitude

  

I get crabby

when I don’t get my

solitude!

this morning I am up early

and the harbor is almost glass

the sun rises slowly

over the hillside behind me

warming the waters from the

north shore of the bay to the south

a few souls are awake on neighboring boats

occasional voices drift out from the shore

an early ferry pulls in to the dock

creating a gentle roll

it is calm and peaceful here

and I am grateful

I will not be crabby today

the quiet anchors me

I know who I am

Soper’s Hole, Tortola