The Hermit

A room sits amongst the trees.
More box, less room; hidden away.

Within the room lives a Hermit
who loves the company of no one,
nothing; only birds, animals, and spirits
give the Hermit joy and sunshine.

A room so big on the inside, and
so small on the outside; a palace.

Around the room, birds flutter and
poop on the skylight. Trees sway to and
fro in time with the seasons, and burrows
hide wombats, possums, plump creatures.

A room sits in amongst the trees.
More palace, less room; hidden away.

City Dark

I dreamed of us walking through the Melbourne streets.
The city was dark. All the people walked around with candles of different shapes and sizes.
We shared a candle and watched the way all the candlelight shapes moved on the building walls.
You and I never felt so free in the ambience of no electricity, yet the city never looked so beautiful.
There was no coffee to drink, no sweets to eat, no food to feast, so we stood for a while looking at the Yarra River.
Thousands of people with candles moved along the river, over the bridges, and into the night.
We used our dying phone charge to take photos of this beautiful night.
When we awoke, the photos on our phones were all blank. You couldn’t erase the, “I love you” that escaped your lips.