An animal faith is enough

for the young. At every glance

the world smiles, and spreads

its arms in a kind embrace,

wider than the path of thought.

 

They promenade like holy fools

and space itself begins to blush,

as moments fall without romance

or any need of poetry—the clock

ignored like a cat on a couch.

 

An invisible thread of feelings

and things, runs through the blood

in the warm summer streets. They

stretch and vocalise at their ease,

laughing in the Melbourne sun.