Chopped strips of dilute light slip through
the blinds. Not Venice. Streetlight shine
intrudes, frost filtered. Not city
flashing neon, hard-boiled crime show
detective dive. Suburban line.
Edgelands gap-toothed bite. A car stirs,
birds call the sun, know it’s coming.
Before it does, the stripes soften,
blur. Light puddles, albumen-clear
and raw beside graffiti wall
of cockatoo noise, then thickens,
congeals white. It is not yet time
for the days with a golden yolk.
Jacqui Malins is a performance poet and artist. A 2015 Australian Poetry Slam finalist, she has featured at events including the National Folk Festival. She recently released her first book of poetry Cavorting with Time (Recent Work Press 2018). Jacqui co-founded and facilitates Mother Tongue Multilingual Poetry in Canberra.