Crickets chirp into an aroma of honey suckle and bottle brush nectar
Echoing amongst spinefex, between the red and gold cleft rock slabs
New light peaks luminously between wired shrubs
A new beginning from new light
Cool and warm swells of air
The vastness of the starry night up above
Looking up beyond all the grounded troubles
It's as though no one can see me
Although I know there must be
Many marsupial eyes fixed on me that I cannot see
Content for a moment
I remember the house that needs springs cleaning
The bills I don't have money for
Nothing saved up for Christmas
And it is time to return home