There was life in the dewy particles of the space between her thoughts A wren a flash of red in the early morning A glow in the half light And the sparks of their chatter one to another as they hopped about the grass beside the walking track darting into the reeds of the marshland picking seeds from stones Splashes of scarlet feather in the heart of the June morning the freezing Warrnambool weather And in this space without words she soared
During the pandemic I was very busy being an aged care worker, and in addition visiting my aged parents in the country who are at stage in their lives when they need care. I cared for them last year and gained inspiration for this poem while on an early morning work around a lake in Warrnambool. The birds lifted my spirits, their beauty making me stop for a while to breath and enjoy the moment
Kelle Cunningham lives in Melbourne and has worked for the Salvation Army for eight years as a carer. She is currently having a pause. She attends the Moat poet meetings in Melbourne and studied poetry with Judith Rodriguez. She was born in Warrnambool and still loves ocean swimming to clear the cobwebs.