The first night I stayed in a guest house
On Chesapeake Bay, I was startled
To waken, stressed, and see the water out the window.
Then the sky changed and the sun rose.
It remains one of the most beautiful things I have seen.
I slept five nights more in that bed,
And missed the sunrise every time.
I had stayed up late, talking to siblings,
And was ready for more rest.
I think I’ll take the single perfect sunrise memory,
With the late night fellowship,
Over five more sunrises,
Just to try to relive
The glory.
Some things needn’t be repeated.
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