Rode home at dusk
breaking through 32 degree still city air.
Deep blue velvet sky intercepted by
occasional pinpoints of starlight
and low flying bats over Merri Creek.
Crosshatch of gravity-prone power lines
and incidental houses boasting lurid Christmas lights.
Clack of cutlery and fragments of conversation
from open doorways.
Feeling spectacularly insignificant,
no attempt to capture moment with inadequate image.
Suffice to say
sometimes I really love this place.