I try to convince myself: the spaces, the borders, mean something. I was never one to wait. Ten years—of sky, of sea. It is true that I like bright lights. The beginning, or the end: ‘the wind blows terribly here’. Rodin’s roses; never underestimate a woman who has had to rebuild herself.
Eileen Chong is a Sydney poet who was born in Singapore. She is the author of eight books. Her most recent full-length collection, Rainforest, is from Pitt Street Poetry. She has shortlisted for the Anne Elder Award, the Victorian Premier’s Literary Award, and twice for the Prime Minister’s Literary Award. www.eileenchong.com.au