rusting leaves—
I hear the static
of my absence
all at sea
the moon and I triangulate
the absent

a blue moon absorbed in singularity

full of grace
a crucible 
of moon flesh
birdsong
raising alarm bells
about me

holding fast the blur of grief

fruitless!
neonicotinoids
take their toll
new moon —
stars speak to me
in braille
sea and sky 
edge around
seems of colour
long white cloud . . .
here coldness comes
from the south
here comes everyone
globalising images
of autumn
in the towns 
the rusting debris
of empire

on our wedding anniversary

one bed
for 360 moons
you and I
lights out —
shadows on the street
divining stars
words words words —
always the shortfall
from birdsong
loose-leafed light —
dreams of empire
rot below
light alight 
the ash of words
inscaped
womb-dark
the stillbirth
of light
wafer moon
between his fingers
a wormhole
new moon
at one with
the night
new moon . . .
a glimpse at nothing
right through it
 
wordsmith stone
rewriting (l)intimitations
of mortality

exacerbating this nowness of words

breathless
in the dark silence
of 3 am
a fall! a fall!
haiku momentum lost
in Latin
voices far off . . .
deep in late mountain light 
greenness rises
of morning
the best of what was
in a word
shooting stars
my sights skew
inwards
old age —
cave drawings move
on the wall
third-hand smoke
what was never before
becomes the all
a breeze
breathes about
the absolute
putrid silence
ancient eels sip
the surface
Anzac poppy —
the first taste
of colonial blood
mountain light —
mouthing words until
they do not do
the same fingers
flickering still
to the death
of light
a camera
marking the death-knell
of becoming
autumn tide —
which way tugs
stronger?
puzzlement
clouds eyes gazing
at clouds
curling sunset
the death toll
of leaves
 
shortfall
with each year 
I am less
plucked clean
the plumage of
concealment
into a river
the dark matter
between stars
 
within
the space of thought
pomegranates
ripening
on the ground
figs
 
a squirrel carcass
fills out 
its own shadow
not quite real
lightning and thunder
while we chat
in sea roar
eyes distilling
stillness
for this world
a leaf and its tree
drift apart
my daughter!
for this moment
none younger
morning fog —
the flesh of shadows
cast by words