Desire of a Truant Morning

Artwork: Sian Williams

I’ll tell you a story of when you were twelve.

Climbing the apple tree, you slipped and fell

among the endless, terminal wheat
of your father’s fields.
You scraped both elbows and one knee,

like Alice, tumbled
and glimpsed a golden sea
with white perfect foam on its lips,

sparkling like a thousand breakfasts.

Smiling on the lowest branch,
your sun dress torn,
your mother’s make-up faded,
you wrapped your legs about

the lowest wooden leg,

with feet airborne.

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 and emerging. 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.