It’s five and golden. The tide, fat

and swelling. Traffic is easy

like the Joker in the deck the gods

are playing. Behold, the patchwork

of tired metal and steel, floating

to its final kilometre, laden

When you come from a place where the sun is always shining, no one expects you to be familiar with cold darkness. All you know is unrelenting yellow pouring over the sloping hills and punishing heat that cooks the gleaming marl-rubble streets beside your wooden house.