This origami city
layers pressed against each other
complicated and compact
favourite haunts
tucked away in hidden folds.
I follow the
valley fold of
Plimmer Steps to
a tiny scrap of Japan
sip matcha from a wide bowl
nibble taiyaki, read my book
then follow the mountain fold of
The Terrace to an ancient brick building
Waiting inside
our lawyer with a stack of papers
the sticky notes mark where to sign
the next chapter of our lives
My breath catches though
I know this door
that ancient elevator with
the metal folding gate
I took one level up to
free counselling when
I was new to motherhood when
I was having trouble
I touch the door handle -
This is an origami city and
my fingerprints are everywhere
my hands have traced
these folds and now
the pages of my life press
so close one against another sometimes
I have to stop and catch
my breath
and touch my fingertips to where
my younger hands once pressed
and pause in reverent kinship with -
my past
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