Day before new moon
and there are late Kambarang,
second-spring early-summer storms,
with hale and lightening, 
flash flooding and thunder.

We barely touch the edge of it.

At night, after sunset
I go out, looking east, 
seeing lightening
brighten up horizon clouds,
above and beyond hills,
probably with water running,
out into the wheatbelt.

I turn towards the west,
where the last light of sun
that’s left 
lingers a little longer.
There is a slight offshore wind,
but nothing really.
It is dark on the ocean shoreline,
with the lights of the port
and the light of the horizon
and ships
winking in from the edges.

I leave my gear
and jump in,
almost fully dark 
in this spot,
and go under.

New moon moisture.
New moon dark.