|Night Tree Council|
Feel cool air on my chest
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
this vision not mine, I hold as mine
in this moment, in solidarity and honour