A Walk in April Rain

My mind awry, my heart in chains
I set off in soft April rains
to let the angst dissolve
into a milk-and-water sky.

Dark hills wreathe themselves in mist
where vapour clings to eucalypts;
outside the theatre, lovers kiss
goodbye, with raindrops on their lips.

Their hearts whisper of cloudy nights, 
rose-petal arbours, leaves in flight;
their homelands border different seas:
who knows when they will meet again?

The street dissolves beneath their feet -
smudged mirror of inconstant skies;
an autumn moon auditions 
in disguise - a tragic mask of ice.   

In evening light, small possums
tread the tightropes strung
from star to star; heaven
shrugs aside the shrouds it wore,

leaving its shoulders bare.
Night claims the river, neon squiggles
waver on the water's face; towers flare
like hives of bees, the honeycomb ablaze.
 
Mind and spirit realigned, restored
to harmony and grace, soul brimming
with sweet, limpid rain, my heart
unchained, I don't ask why…