There is something of the plant about you
I once caught you sitting on your own
face raised to the afternoon light
the same way a flower opens its petals
for the sun’s benediction.
At home, the golden hour
lays its head on my desk. I turn my
palms face up into the warmth
and think of you.
Melina Bunting (she/they) is an arts and culture writer working on unceded Wadawurrung Country. Melina has previously been published in Matters Journal and Voiceworks.