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Brick units and gum trees

fruit bats squawking like arguments

over the suburban dusk.

a cherry tomato reddens

just enough to remind me

what might grow

if given more than a pot.

Baby presses a hand to the balcony brick wall.

we call it “outside.”

the playground down the road

is a shared garden,

where names are learned in sand

and greetings are traded for giggles.

Some days, that feels enough.

other days, I dream of dirt under small fingernails,

of a gate that creaks

and something that grows

by and for us.

Sofia Labourdette is a writer and multimedia producer based on Gadigal land, Sydney.