Motion (July)

The agitations of the cat, motes floating through lamplight, the riffles through tall trees outside, the clouds in and out past an enlarged moon, definite sound of a plane, everything in motion that is not at rest may or may not come to attention in real time during a quiet July night with the clock moving past eight-thirty. Next morning, motionless mist in sunlight over eastern suburbs, but up on Heidelberg commuters walk briskly to their chosen door, buttoning up against a cold start, or coffees jostling. The acrobatics of the gravel bobcat, the birds diving upward into tall trees…