this summer night
lightning and lightning bugs
flashing

rainy day
little handprints
on the sky

cockatoo cries
across the vast blue
I ache for home

this valley filled
with moon, mist, stars
– who could sleep now?

all of the sky
back in the sky
dry dam

smoke pall
on this New Year’s Day
the cry of currawongs

field of stargazers
I’m the one who waves
to the Chinese satellite

boundless blue
pelicans spiral
into specks

office tower
a hawk’s image slides
over glass

light fall
a speck of sky
inside the well

home late
I take him outside
to see the moon

Google earth
I mostly look
at my house

white clouds
hard to believe
I’ve been there

no moon no stars at edge of forest hut’s light

on the coffin lid
our faces
in the clouds

brahminy kite
… as if tethered
to a boy

tennis final under lights — the full moon

a night
bereft of stars…
death of a friend

clear winter night
the search for a suitable plot
among the stars

long-haul flight
the hostie recycles
one of her smiles

over the ridge 
ten thousand years ago 
this same moon

lowering sky
the breeze lifts a brolga
into flight

high-plains hut
the swirl
of the milky way

lunar eclipse . . .
a single moonflower
awake in the dark

seven down-lights
on the helicopter’s belly
star-filled night

explaining why
we never exchanged rings
so much sky

tour balloons . . .
backyard after backyard
barking

from a lifted oar
a shimmer connects the sky
and sunlit river

heat wave
the horizon’s haze
of locust nymphs

planting moon
the mountain's own names
for its flowers

one drop
from the heron’s foot
splits open the sky