Sunrise Bound

I’m here for the breath.
The sharp exhale and inhale
of morning’s first swim;
the stink of rotting fish
before suntan lotion
and Jimmy John’s subs
camp out and overrun;
the few minutes reading
beach bag books
before twinkling lights
faceted on glass
beckon me to dance;
the moment my feet
leave warm sand;
glide into brisk water;
breath suspended
as I dive under;
cleansed when
I rise up, resurrected
of the night’s transgressions.