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,