Sunrise bestows nettings

in early light, rays knot

clouds, loop vapors into

open patterns, forming nets

fused with promises of

delicate designs, fresh

catches in open waters.

 

I face choices. rise,

reach for the textile,

stroke fabric’s form,

consider its purpose.

clutch it briefly, but

release it back to dawn,

defiant to new discoveries.

 

If I pull the net

into my stagnated

slumber, my limbs

ensnarl the mesh,

dreams entangle

in woven fusion

of fear and worry.

 

Instead, I follow it

to Alabama coast,

for surprises at dinner

of bluefish and flounder,

seasoned and served

by candlelight

and moonbeams.

 

At sunset, I drift to sleep

in airy tent, breezes ease

through webbed windows

that barricade me

from menaces that bite.

 

Waking at twilight,

I walk the beach

with childlike wonder,

dance at ocean’s

edge in tutu of tulle,

the blue of October

Atlantic.