The Morning After by Matthew J. Andrews

I rise: sinews newly sewn,

bones light as air, tickle of sunshine

on the nose. I make coffee

and walk along the shore, the wind

a soft breath against my neck.

I kick aside crab molt, sit

in the sand, let the waves dance

against my toes, salt speckled

on my skin. Dawn revels in its ecstasy.

There will never be darkness again.

Matthew J. Andrews is a private investigator and writer. He is the author of the chapbook I Close My Eyes and I Almost Remember, and his poetry has appeared in Rust + Moth, Pithead Chapel, and EcoTheo Review, among others. He can be contacted at matthewjandrews.com.