I really love this poem written by Canberra poet and writer, Wormsie. Wormsie writes about daily life, the natural world and our place in it, and the challenges ahead. Check her out.

Out of the Cave

The sun sits
in leaky splendour;
watermelon juice
staining this upholstery
this smog brown décor this 
Faberge sunset this 
velveteen smoke haze.

A cloying choice
but here we all sit
in our plush living room
our shrine of consecrated ignorance
and listen to the clock
and the crackle roar of our future.

Written for Misky’s Twiglet #246 “the sun sits pretty”

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