She rustles
a breeze passes through her.
She hears a whisper—
the low note of what is to come.
The sky calls out,
yearning for a touch.
Should she go on?
All that has failed
weighs heavy on the breath.
All that is her future
seems too far out of reach.
Her spirit, ready to pass through.
Is there time
for one final call of duty?
She returns
and soars into sky,
not even a cloud to touch her.
She is
weightless
and ready for her awakening.
Then
there is the plummet—
a swift return to earth.
The trees wave as she passes by.
The oceans whispers,
refusing her
a senseless crashing.
She breathes.
This is to be whole again.
This is to be
one
with the Sky
with the Land
with the Sea.
About the author
My name is Makayla and I am a proud Wiradjuri woman. I grew up on Wiradjuri country in Forbes and Cootamundra, NSW, and currently live on Ngunnawal country while at university studying psychology. I learnt of my Aboriginality when I was in late primary school; much of my poetry reflects this internal trauma of having my culture stripped from my family, and my process of re-learning culture. My Aboriginality shapes how I interact with country and community.