Seascape

The slanting rays
of the almost setting sun
fall on the boats
on the thin line of houses
edging the point.

It is not magic yet,
but soon, soon
as the sun prepares
to drop over the edge,
light parallel to the water.

The moment of transfiguration
when everything facing the light
is struck blind and brilliant
white reflecting boats, distant houses
in this sudden sun

become a flat and shining canvas
until the dying day
dives into its hiding place.


Lari Smith