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 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.