first boat off the island @ 5:40 am, the sun, savvy and knowledgeable makes sunrise @ 5:14 am for ‘late’ is not an adjective extant in its stellar lexicon
a safety check, sunlight invades every crack, pilings vested & secured, ferry engine hums a warming, morning cranking tune, a sailors favorite from the global ******’s hymnal
those early morning voyagers, who are exchanging, one island for another, note their coffee steaming up coordinates with haze, burning off, all to see the first waves come to rock them voyagers to “all awaken”
sunlight then slow spreads its envision, from the Heights over to Mashomack, rousing, disturbing, nudging the remaining, for there is work, living aplenty, we who stay to tend to the most appropriately named isle in the world