‘Dawn’, by Mindy Gill


Nothing is left of the radiant city.
Night, which is brief but welcome,

dims the heavens black, then blue
as the cat. Nothing here, but in that,

everything. The ghost
of an old life where I would wake

with no one beside me, in a small room
in the dark, the sound of the train

going past, the necessary pulse.
Thinking how important

it was to have arrived
at this new beginning,

desireless as the lamb.

Understanding each day for
what it is: a number of hours

to keep trying at happiness.




This poem was originally published in The Lifted Brow #39. Get your copy here.




Mindy Gill's poems have been published in Australian Poetry Journal, Island Magazine and Award Winning Australian Writing. She is the recipient of the Queensland Premier’s Young Writers and Publishers Award.