I find you where you like to be
on slow, still mornings
if you’re taking some time
Folded up in a sunbeam,
Vegemite smeared toast gripped
Between teeth.
The butcher bird flutters up to you.
A head snaps up,
“Oh. Good morning.”
Crumbs fall as toast is torn
Sailing through the air the butcherbird
snaps it mid flight and lands on branch
Just in your eyesight.
She does not sing for her breakfast.
Your attention turn back
to the book resting patiently
in your lap.
A teacup on lips
You let the pages lazily flip.
I leave you folded in sunbeams
for just a little while.
Rani Tesiram (they/them) is a Wiradjuri/Fijian-Indian writer and artist based in Meanjin/Brisbane. They have a big passion for music and the ways we tell stories. Rani’s loves the outdoors and is usually trying to find as many ways to convey that as possible.