The watery depths lie dark and still below,

And deep velvet blue stains the speechless night.

The speckled heavens shed the only light

On a solitary sculler out to row.

Reflections ripple off the sparkling bow

While stillness claims the puddles left behind.

The rower, navigating almost blind,

Attempts to smooth the worry from her brow.

The darkness gently lifts to meet the dawn

whose golden morning splendor dyes the sky;

the graceful sculler gliding swiftly by

marvels at another new day born.