We walk the start of the Meelup Trail
for a taste before 
the sun sets and moon begins
to rise.

It’s an eclipse already
somewhere just below the horizon—
a thin line of clouds
just above it.

We drive in a mad
lunar ticking rush
to Meelup Beach
and arrive to a full carpark
and the sound
of crowds cheering.

The top of the orange 
red moon is peeking through the 
top of the horizon line
of clouds.
And then more of it,
and more, 
and more,
until it is fully up, and round 
and glowing more golden.

There are kangaroos eating 
on the grass in front of us.
There are crowds of people 
all around.

We walk down to the beach
and three of us jump in.
The water is still and 
relatively warm.

A group of people
listen to music at the western end
of the beach in 
silent disco mode.

We get out and walk back
towards the car. The moon
has become lighter and lighter,
moving behind, between, 
through clouds—
a ‘staircase’ appearing
at times on the ocean below.

Sun, earth, moon
all in a row.
Samesized,
the whole of it—
the Earth,
human beings—
living, alive.