Awakening (from Glen)

My body pulses heat against chill vestiges of night.
I am light: and rise from the still-shadowed berth
to drift outside, a channel ship
riding out the roads to sea,
to bright beckon of dawn in the east,
where gulls stretch their wings in joyous riot,
dappling bright bands across the beach.

Red, orange, yellow fire sweeps the shore;
a fading frame I soar beyond,
buoyed by the breeze, climbing high.