Sweet potatoes swim the sea
And cauliflower crosses the sky
My voice bounces round the mug & moustache
Under the stars, above the fishes
Everything waltzes, everything steps
Leaning whichever way slumber sits.
Here is the place we sing in slurs
And speak in interrogatives
Nose and eyes identified
Swimming and popping and squeaking
Ewok squashed and faced to mesh
Nestled, snugly in shoulders.