‘Minutes have no time’

Based on a profoundly innocent thought from my niece when she was three, ‘Minutes have no time’ is a deep reflection on the years I’ve spent with family and friends camping in the south of Yuin country. A transitional poem, that shifts with periods of additonal reflection.

Written by Haley Kigbo, 2021
Last edit, 2022

Minutes have no time.

Like when ocean waves roll in,

After looking for the horizon line,

Between the seas and welkin.

In company,

Of long served Pambula ménage,

An understanding,

That the sand between our toes,

Is our lineage.

Like the ambers dancing,

Glowing,

When they seduce you in the night,

Until the red glow turns white,

And keeps you longing.

For a place where,

The boughs of Banksia trees,

Hold you close,

Until minutes have no time.