The sea holds me
the way
the sky does.
Weightlessly, without effort. Except that I
fall in the sky, but float
in the sea.
No, I don’t fall in
the sky; I slip through it and in-
to the nothing between
the two.
Only to not
fall
in the sea,
but ease
downward instead,
slower
and surer. Time
helps with the fall; weight –
lessness is prolonged in the sea.
The sky holds me
in it, spiting time.
No, it doesn’t
hold me; it drops me
down
into the sea. The sea
catches me! After –
wards, I cannot return
to the sky. The sea holds me
tight; no matter how
hard I grapple, I cannot free
myself of its
catch.
Waken! Thank
goodness I am still
trapped in the
nothing
between the two.
I am held here; the
sea and the sky hold me
in, weighted.
Still
without effort.
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.