After a long wet summer, a perfect autumn night. Cloudless, starlit. Only a breath moves the candleflame.   Moths are stirring, and mosquitoes. There’s the drone of a distant plane. A child is laughing in the house next door.   Out here, on the verandah with flame-fraught moths & the occasional fruit bat flapping for company,   the earth, it seems, has reached a moment of peace, a moment of balance. Stillness falls like a blessing   that not even the traffic on the road outside can disturb There’s nowhere else that he would want to be   this warm…