I’m intrigued by Miami’s poetry contest titled “Zip Ode” and have contrived one of my own – based on my Easter sunrise service experience. My zip code is 98226:
The park at the lake is empty at dawn.
Mist rises from the water and geese feed.
where day promises to break open.
I don’t usually wake early to witness the sunrise
watching and waiting, my senses alert to every
my life is on God’s time.