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.