By Way Of Dream
Bathurst, New South Wales
Serene may be the face with which the
waters contemplate blue heaven,
where little puffs of doubt go scudding by,
and there a company of ripples play,
at whose emergence is bewrayed in hidden deeps,
convolved emotional batholith
and clots of rocky embolism,
in reefs of sinister array.
To think this is a phantasm,
or something come by way of dream,
is but an object gained with reasonable misperception,
for in the light of day
this is the face of every person in the street.