St Kilda (Melbourne)

Sky taut blue,taut like a balloonno shade.Yachts bobspeedboats whip atdull grey sea,Melbourne skyline.Outside my windowtraffic throats all nightChinese whispers.You sleep, bundled up in duvettight to clench you; I walkupside down in a flat country.Palms line the roadFifties facades facing ocean,I move from shade to sun,the tide turns in again,dragonfly flips across the bay.At the centre of the parka lone black man drinksand shouts, unintelligiblewords at blonde passers by,trams rattle ,seed pods drop:I wait for somethingto happen.