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.