Morning on Lake Michigan

Poem sunrise

Below the brightening sky lies
that blue-gray layer
hugging the horizon,
the undercurrent of the world,
seeming to block out all hope
of sunrise.

Suddenly it comes--
that sliver of the Sun God
peeking red over the horizon,
surveying its realm,
assuring
once more for the trillionth time
that all will be well.

Red, orange, yellow, white it climbs
up the ladder of clouds.
Day has begun.