—Bruce Pascoe

Night Moves Of The Sea

The blind window eyes of sleeping, sea salt homes guard the stillness of a night, where the moon s pale light chills the bitter gall waves of the ceaseless sea.

Innocent on pillows lie the heads of the sailors, fish scalers, water bailiffs; snoring quietly humped in quilts, are the noses of the landlords,

Overlords, Mothers-in-law;

curled in a foetal sleep so still and warm