I look with eyes wide open
across the flat mirrored bay,
reflecting the manifest silence
of early evening
and the impending
loss of day.
The sun’s deep colours
of goodbye
watercolour the looking glass,
occasionally broken by
the daring intrusion
of a thoughtless bird
or the gentle ripple of a fish
peeking up to see
the artist at work.
I stand on the jetty
in transfixion,
a ready witness
to this most divine event.
And as I watch and wait
the colours change on the palette:
from yellows and oranges
invented by the sun
to deep hues of gold and brown
that conduct in the impending gloom.
The cool chill of evening
brings back my other self
from the meditation of
scene and colour,
and now the darkness
unfurls like a black veil
to cover the scene
and wait for the risen sun
to send it off
and bring the
transient painting back again.
23/9/2015