Rippled the line of a contour meets the sky Draws red to black, a thread of contrast in defining clarity Binding the heavens to the earth.
Beside the fence those bovine forms Contemplative in reverential pose Synchronise the sweetened breath That softly steams from their Swelling frames Joining the outline Binding the heavens to the earth.
Quiet their presence there And quiet our presence too.
To that Familiar is the view but one we rarely Share In favour of our preoccupation Behind the walls Habitual in routine
Tonight The heat of the day is given up In dissipating dust Striations Of orange glow Binding the heavens to the earth
Ethereal The crescent moon And the evening star are lifted in celestial stance Perfected in alignment
And the eye is feigned to touch the edge Of heaven As dew is drawn through the stems Beneath our feet.