" ... I'll just do one more short one, I'll be reading a few more from this tomorrow. This is towards the end of Fairweather's sixteen day raft trip where he was getting very hungry - and completely waterlogged, his fingers and toes were just bloated and things weren't looking good. He was at this stage fearful that he would miss land and drift into the Indian Ocean and die - and he very nearly did do that. I said this afternoon when I read some poems that he had some companions on the way - sharks, the cormorant that Pete read about, and little terns. This one is called, 'At night my bed is hooked' "

Dael Allison: Tasmanian Poetry Festival, October 2012