Walking Beneath the Rising Crescent Moon
By Jonathan Hill
Published 1 January 2021
at midnight marks park is bathed
in moonlit luminance.
ocean breath
mingles and meanders
through sand, shrubs and sculptures,
that rest like prayers upon the land.
these alien silhouettes defy slumber,
waiting as one for the sun to ascend.
dark water rolls and rises
before exploding against the rocks;
whitewash dispersed
amidst shallow hissing whispers
that carry oceanic particles
to the stars.
he stands atop the headland -
fists clenched, mid-stride;
his bronze heart black with grief
walking
from an unknown place
to an unknown destination.
an imposing presence
like a spirit of creation.
I reach for his hand
and lead him to the edge
where we sit cross-legged
above the sea.
the scent of sandstone and metal
the glow of Bondi behind
we inhale the crescent moon
and peer at hidden constellations
whilst conversing in haikus
about the nature of being.