Diane Laurie

The horizon is holding up the sun
Shining as a floating torch upon the sea.
The moon is rising in the east
Pale as a see-through disc
Above the cliffs.
Time is now both night and day.
Black and white exchange to gray
And the tide moves uncertainly between
A premature birth
And a lingering end
As the moment s p r e a d s into infinity
Upon the pastel sands.