Are we forgiven?

the world is no longer soft

no longer smooth as you touch your palm to its surface

it's sharp, jagged

makes rivulets of dark, dark scarlet, a scarlet that cannot be saved

but if spent those last minutes

that lingering, ever-falling, sand in an hourglass

we are running out, of sweet, precious time

do we deserve to be, somewhere worthwhile

my eyes still rest here

on Dharawal land, the winter grabbing my skin, the crystalline joy

although no snowflakes appear, here, here it’s still beautiful

the winter still grabs my skin

but now, I see it

melting into spring, tender buds blooming

a bright palette, green, blue, pink

lavender scent, my favourite

birds calling, calling me, calling me home

if our Earth looks around at us, do you think we’re forgiven?

does she forgive us?

are we forgiven?