Sunrise teases through cheap blinds
as the gently shaded share bursts
into life again. Ready for madness
to crash and simmer through.
Between two sun-fat couches and
a worn-out coffee table, they
play out their lives and memories.
Restored by muted secrets and wine.
Something’s so special about the daily
path of those lost and incredible hearts.
The soldier sings sweet old etcetera
while she waits for her war to come.
Across is that reluctant Australian
trying to build herself a life that makes sense.
A man assures us he can fly as
he explains the world’s problems away.
And the Ghost Song Woman sits restlessly
tripped up in a myth of eternal return.
But that daring mouse schemes away
as he busies himself with empty words
then watches parliament as a sport.
This is their place, theirs, and worlds.
Here we see them, every pain
dancing alongside every joy.
Once the day sets past that island,
locked in an impatient empty tower.
The hearts beat together, sipping and
smoking away at time in perpetuity.
Tomorrow with that intoxicated return.
Sunbliss and TV chatter gently fills the room,
whilst days drift across the time capsule kitchen
where we measure out our lives in coffee spoons.
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.