In the unlit room, the glass-topped table
reflects the crepuscular, upside-down
image of the tree. In this small picture,
the Moon is descending through its branches.
Through the window, a hazy full Moon,
trailing south easterly clouds, is rising,
with the shimmering Evening Star, above
the eucalyptus, across a darkening sky.
How fast we move through the universe and yet
how still the glass on the table and the panes
in the window, the tree and its image,
the ubiquitous eucalyptus, appear:
an accidental, antipodean
masterwork of reality and dream.