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. 

Photo by Natalia Luchanko on Unsplash.