The kookaburra and moon on the roof

Tonight the moon has a knowledge about her.
Planetary things seem unearthly, irrelevant.

I am me, young is who I used to be. We, the moon

And I are brave. We pull the sea. The weather

Is humid, storms are coming in Queensland.

The moon and I are better off than we use to be.

We are lying on the edge of your bed,

Through a window the cat comes in. We are

How we used to be, somehow more separate than

   before.

Through the cracks of the home whistles the wind.

We continue to be quite the same,

On the same hot tin roof the rain falls we reclaim 

What once was both of ours.