Moon 22

I am lonely without you.
I imagined you might peer down
your vast stairways of self-generated
light and at least allow yourself
to play in my happy garden.

You left so quickly!
Perhaps the layers of cloud, the haze
are the walls of your dressing room
and any day now you will appear
at the top of the stairs, ready

to dance on the soft gravel paths
play with the peppercorn tree's hair
toss gumnuts at the cats that stalk
my fairy wrens, settle in the deck chair
read me bedtime stories I've forgotten.