Moon
is that the moon? the sickle moon cold faced
across the fields how can we describe the
moon
again to those we love our children?
how
would we describe the moon to the flying fox
so
that they didnt all grin at us? how to listen to
everything? the cows that live inside the peace of
the tabletops from the dawn til dusk glow ask
them listen they will speak to you with their
silence the peace of the stars the
gaseous clusters
of the milky way the peace of the huntsman
with
the banded legs positioned by the opened window
the peace of the old blue heeler who followed me
way
out to the grazing chestnut horse beyond the
house paddock the peace of my hat my coat, boots
my childhood my lover the sun on my forearms
the peace of the house paddock that is
his
responsibility
the peace of responsibility the peace
of land without any the stars hanging
in
treetops midnight fruit fruit passing
through the
many hours of the early morning from midnight
the
branches held the stars just like they had
created them like it was the branches who had
created the raveling light the light which had
taken a thousand light years or more to travel to
the
branches of the casuarinas the stringy barks
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