Arabanoo Lookout

On the cold lookout

At Arabanoo

The sky that night

 Black and inescapable,

Descended on us as all air,

And touched the spanned mirror

Of black water skin.

North Harbour reflected

A white discal moon

Full and edge-cut,

The flaring geometry

Dissolving in silvering flakes

Flickering Cabbage Tree Bay.

The ghost-coloured wash

On our hands and faces

Turned off in space

Reluming the shadowed pines,

Seeming a fine hairline

On the neck and crown

Of Manly and North Head.

Soaked in vastly mattered

Supernovaed space

I arced a small gap

To your hand.

But it was cold.

We stayed only momently,

You wrapped shivering in me

Banksia-filtered wind

Clung to its own shadows closely

And I was prepared for the car again

As we sensed the chilled bigness

Before us would remain unmatched.