Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Mine not mine

Night Tree Council
I look at stars
Feel cool air on my chest
and face
Smell night
Hear chips and chirps and
wind-rustle in leaves.

then for a moment I am the dreamer before now,
cursed with knowing as the first faded devils came like ants
when we had a chance to protect our ways
and future generations from this future.

behind entitled, shallow eyes I observe plastics and crammed-in-ness and know
this is not what my mothers and grandmothers want for our people.
But I am a woman, my dream will not be heard
so I watch this future world
with despair

this vision not mine, I hold as mine
in this moment, in solidarity and honour

1 comment:

  1. Vision of light trees against dark sky's
    And on the other side dark trees against light sky.

    Star like beings looking out through mothers eyes into a future fast becoming the past.

    Now, here, we stand.
    Here, now we belong.
    Separate parts of one unified whole.

    Time is meaningless.


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