Chaos of Morning

There’s a storm rolling in.
It’s threatening my sunrise.

An angry growl echoes around me, warning me to seek cover.
I don’t listen.

Instead…

I walk towards the flashes of light.

Into the gusts blowing off the ocean.

Looking for my perfect morning.

I’m alone on the beach.
No one around but me,
save a lone jogger and a vagabond.

There’s an uneasy calm in the thunderous silence.

I wonder…

Will the pull of the moon hold the storm at bay?

Will the sun break through the tropical chaos?

Will I get my perfect sunrise?

©2019 Brooke Lee

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