Riding through the twilight
between Lismore and Casino,
I watch the hill-crests loop
into a noose, poised to lasso the Moon.
The lunar orb eludes their ruse,
slips through to enter open skies,
a vessel no harbour confines,
time's bubble, chance solidified,
steadying Earth's pebble
as it orbits in a dance of tides,
with uncanny power to magnetise…