Earth is one third the age of the Universe
And life began soon after its formation
I am a minuscule eddy in a vast and coursing river
of living water
Congealed, salty water,
an intricate arrangement of pond scum
A swamp thing shaking out its limbs,
breaking the long and sacred tradition of unliving matter
of rolling downhill
Instead we gaze upwards towards our source
My current assemblage is fresh, a flower in bloom
But my roots are deep
In each of my cells is the long story of interaction with the surface of this planet
Unbroken, whispered from one generation to the next
Advising me
Telling me their stories of survival through impulses and desires
Each of my siblings hears a slightly different version
An eddy is not separate from its stream
I have fears older than stars
And urges that have seen our galaxy ripen
from its primordial matter,
seen stars forge new elements from which more of us might come into being
Out of which more worlds might come alive
And whisper stories to themselves in the darkness
and the silence
We acknowledge the Ngunnawal and Ngambri people, who are the Traditional Custodians of the land on which Woroni, Woroni Radio and Woroni TV are created, edited, published, printed and distributed. We pay our respects to Elders past and present. We acknowledge that the name Woroni was taken from the Wadi Wadi Nation without permission, and we are striving to do better for future reconciliation.