In this soothing, temporary home, our villa in Quadaloupe, we rise one by one, assemble on the deck in our bare feet, bare arms and legs. We sit in silence and watch the yellow ball lift itself into the red sky. Awake, aware, enlivened by the attention each of us offers this ritual, we watch our day begin.

What attracts me most to the Lizette Woodworth Reese sunrise poem I found (above) is the image of the three steeples, their "stark swarthy arms." I want to be like a stark, swarthy steeple and throw my lusty arms up to the divine rising of my day, this day, this only, very day I have.

All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar, 2017, unless otherwise attributed