i hope to find a blue kitchen with yellow accent tiles
one we can fill with chachkies and wedgewood and 100 tiny cats
where the sun can creep in and fade the postcards on the fridge
where the cornflakes go missing sometimes —
they’ll turn up in your scrapbook
i hope to find an old house with thick walls
walls we can dent when we build ikea furniture without the instructions
where we can’t hear the rubbish truck at 7am on a Friday
where i wont wake you when i sing myself to sleep —
unless you want me to
i hope to find a garden with two big trees
one we can fill with artichokes and lavender and native violets
where every stepping stone is painted with smooth decisive strokes
where we can tell the birds everything we know about each other —
they’ll stay unbiased if we argue
i hope to find you everywhere
in every garden, every rock-pool, every home
i’ll fill the places you aren’t with as much of you as i can carry
until we can fill them together
Inez Currò
Wentworth Falls, NSW
