I’ve spent so many days

looking at photographs

of me as a child.


These photographs remind me of

how much I’ve lived

how much I’ve loved

how little I have left to lose.


The most striking photographs

show me sat on my father’s lap

while I smile like the cheshire cat,

not knowing what will come of my life,

not even caring that I don’t know.


That little girl is gone now

but a new woman’s arose.


People grow

and people change

and the colours of

those photographs fade.


Is anything really wrong with that?


The days I spend

looking at photographs

show me just

what time really is:


it cannot be chased,

it cannot be faked,

it cannot be escaped


and maybe, that’s okay.

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.