On the train home,
there is a beautiful sky on the cusp of spring.
Intermittent clouds bruised with fire-licks of the setting sun.
The carpark @ Glenfield breaks the cinema.
But behind gum trees and cement branches
you can still see the heart of a living penumbra,
menacing tidal ruins of shipping containers,
bringing song
mournful at the domination of grass
tenacious among dolloped gravel icing
longing for the calm of the moon
to remedy exhausted gawping of people near me.
It passes and the train meanders to where I get off.
In this moment a blazing sun broke the hearts of these passengers
and saw our tombs.
A haven from time
A surprise
Clare L Rolfe © 2023