Out at the bluff
where skies take off in vast
trajectories of stars
a woman wakes
to hear her child
screaming like a peacock:
'Light! Out there!
Mummy, I'm scared!'
The room glows
from a source outside
where there are only
darkened grasslands,
cattle startled by the bright
pearl-blister low above their pasture,
radioactive trochus eye:
But what? The woman shields
her gaze; the apparition
hovers nearer,
nautilus or nebula
from the unknown,
a fear-corona...