by Spirited Earthling
Roaming in earthly state,
bewitched with possums by the Opera House
and Quakers on Devonshire St
amongst designer hollows
and spaces creative
Under a pink sunset that soothes the ache:
Bare feet in the park,
the coolness
hitting
hot
sore
soles
surrounding
Asians pirouetting their Thai Chi
Lights on the harbour,
illumined reflections in Lavender Bay,
the Reds
and the Blues
sheening life-flowing waters.
City skyscrapers are ablaze,
their cells of light declare persistence and order,
as bats overhead
scurry gentle:
contrasting the panic of commuters
finding their nests.
Chagall is spiriting a rooster along Opera Quays,
the hub of elite and plenty,
behind which is the open simplicity
of a bridge century bent.
I hear a cacaphony of cutlery on porcelain:
as the old Indigene finds his rock pillow
while the gourmande avert their gaze.
Possums, oblivious to The Invasion,
scamper round for scraps in the park,
left by travellers enjoying the view.
The contrast and allure,
opportunity everywhere, and nowhere:
If only the blind would see.
