Beyond the eyelid’s flickering light, strange
how you teeter. Marsh frogs in their homes shake
the shallow waters of these hours. Their song
across space naked spills through an opened window.
Here, in this half-sleep dulcet rhythm, lifted,
your mind drifts along currents patterned by gentle
moth wing flutters. Everything abuzz, you float,
dance, fathom amongst sweet-lipped night flowers.
Colourful quiet, at furthest point from day, the stars
brighten, blanketing. A sugar glider slides down
a moonbeam to gnaw and sip on summer softened
fruit, radiant wattle nectar. You nestle, cozy
within a nook-hollow of the great river red gum,
swaying, protected by the boobook owl. Tender hoots
remind you of the vastness connecting earth and sky.
The whole circus hooped within you, dreamer.