Poem Category: High Moon

high moon
the cruise ship berthed
in party lights

high moon
following the train
the bridge’s silence

high moon
the grandchild at the window
counting some stars

high moon
pulls at the driftwood
shared with the sea

high moon
falling through our windscreen
onto the next town

high moon
just under the sea
in a sway of kelp

high moon
where the river turns
the dingoes howling

high moon
a splash of the Koi
where a nestling fell

high moon
the mouse un-shadowed
where the ripe fig fell

high moon
the whimper of a nightmare
in the child’s turn