An alien moon appalls every window
as if night had a broken wing,
seawater explodes in wild rings of boulders
in the breakwater, rain like a spider
builds herself a soft nest
because imagination’s shiny toads
have fainted peacefully like people in fire.
I was doing a drink to get there
and a drink to get back when I saw
a steel light on the water
that appears in foraging birds’ eyes
and a blue light at dusk
that appears in rocks only when
the moon is out,
so if I gather driftwood with my children
for a while, don’t worry,
ours is a fine home.