Published by Rabelais, August 2020
turmeric staining the air
breathing in notes of garlic
Paul Kelly’s voice enticing me inside
I let him sing of gravy
electric bursts form starry night
passing trains and bedroom windows understanding now what Nick was saying —
being both within and without
I’d always wanted to be a sunset
the brightest star in the sky
now I think I’d be content
being the bits in-between
the nothingness which makes it brilliant
blackness that is peaceful, wise
it has done its shining ready now to be the foundations
for others to glow and burn out
ready to hold them
until light ceases to scorch them
and they too can dissolve
into this peace, this everythingness
holding their arms opened wide
