Wellington
When the sun went down
it was immediately
cold and
sound crystalised in the air
over Taranaki Wharf
and fought for space
with the stars and
the transmitter lights
on Mt Vic.
This isn't dancing,
let alone dancing in
the sun
but it has a similar
feel and meaning.
You, me, music,
and a universe.
*Written while waiting for Porcelain Toy to start playing at the Performance Arcade.
