Dr Mesmer’s Private Army were deployed early morn
At the height of summer, February before dawn
Anticipating the day rising unlike John Donne
For the multimedia experience “Threshold of the Sun”
Set in the Modernist Garden space
Linear and curved, a somewhat abstract place
Tsk tsk, forgotten sprinklers set a beat
Proper rhythm seemingly obsolete
Crickets lazily sang their song
As the early crowd became a throng
A Ruru, a Morepork called for home
A pilot tracked towards the aerodrome
Maple leaves were beguiled by a gentle breeze
As the sun rose by diminutive degrees
Dr Mesmer’s Private Army forged ahead
Extending out musically and visually from a single thread
The artist’s lines advanced and began to unspool
Projected across the kidney-shaped pool
Unexpectedly the fog rolled in, deftly defying day
Where once the stars did shine, their sparkle soon gave way
Obscured by an opaque quilt of stratus cloud
Drifting over like a misty shroud
The Southern Cross was last to disappear
Looking down from its celestial sphere
As the music evolved through the player’s bond
Waterswept portraits voyaged across the pond
The sprinklers kept their random beat
All elements combined, hypnotic, sweet
Finally daylight pronounced the event was done
Creative, brilliant, Threshold of the Sun
Photo: Aaron Chesham, ACLX
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