Across the thin glass strait, beneath the darkest sky
a line of light, a persimmon wash, before the dawn.
A lighthouse turns its waltzing eye and draws a yellow
crayon across the water’s surface, before the dawn.
Between arbutus and Douglas fir, a single star dances
centre stage, her radiant finale before the dawn.
First ferry from
floats a hyphen of
cubed lights Nanaimo
to mark the night’s departure before the dawn.
Clouds erase the colours in this palette and turn
the players into ghosts before the dawn.
(first published in The Moon That Follows You Home, Canadian Unitarian Council, 2009)