Poem: This Here, This Now
- Words by
- Georgina Reid
- Images by
- Georgina Reid
This here,
This now.
We marched, strolled, ran, raced, even.
Towards this place.
We ran,
because promise sparkles and shimmers.
Like sunshine
fizzed in a sodastream.
We ran,
but smoke sows blindness
and soon the thing, the prize
was impossible to see, to hold.
False realities rust
like scorched steel in the rain.
This pile of bent iron, bricks and a teapot,
Scattered on a charred black earth.
This here,
this now.
Is it this that we were looking for?
End
- Author
- Georgina Reid is a writer and the founding editor of Wonderground. Her prose and poetry have been published in books and magazines nationally and internationally. She’s the author of The Planthunter: Truth, Beauty, Chaos and Plants and lives by the river on Darug land.
