January Twenty-Sixth

I saw a ghost today,

An ethereal spirit

Of femininity,

Intoxicating confusion,

Dressed in yellow,

With rounded glasses.

In her presence

My heart leapt

Before choking

On its own headrush.

In the end,

I just gave

A half-hearted greeting.

But she continued

To drift on the current

Of the summer wind.

I turned around,

Went home.

Maybe there is something

Beautiful in that. I’m learning

To feel my emotions

And to let them go.

Closure doesn’t exist.

I’ve stopped

Holding on.

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.