Magritte Serves Up the Sun
—after René Magritte’s “The Banquet” 1958. Oil on canvas. Art Institute of Chicago®. Chicago, Illinois.
We cannot see the fine linens,
the glasses of wine, the crystal.
We have been called to a feast,
but there is no food. We have
waited for hours. Then the sun
sails toward us through the trees,
a perfect orange wafer of light,
hovering now below the branches,
floating low, a silver tray waiting
to cradle its fire. We applaud.
To call the sun from the evening
sky is no small feat. A bold host
to lay such strokes, to summon
not just light but the source of light
to humble itself, to feed our darkness.
by Donna Vorreyer
from Autumn Sky Poetry Number 15, October 2009
Photo by Christine Klocek-Lim