For the Day

I slept from midnight to
8 a.m.
uninterrupted by nature
or telephone.
The ocean outside the hotel window
looks peaceful,
friendly even;
its fury is all underneath
waiting,
like the day
to emerge;
meanwhile, the waves sweep in
clear, translucent;
golden ripples on the seafloor
the lattice work of sun and
green glass water;
I cannot hear the sea roar
from where I sit
(11th floor)
only the hush
and gush of white foam, soothing
as a lullaby.