Last night was Hashemoto’s last gig in Canberra for a while, and they asked some people to read poetry. I was one of those readers, and this is one of the poems I read for the crowd:
Every night I bring the moon along the hall
Into the room where she lays, waiting for me
Sleeping soundly, but the latch will wake her
And we’ll couple gladly.
In the morning, frozen sheets, and ruffled
I awake alone, and stretch. The sun is risen
And so do loaves; in every corner of my house
Expanding t’ward the ceilings.
I will not lift the covers, to check the grain
Or break my fast; the scent will fill my lungs,
And today like all my days, I fill myself with
All her giving.