my mo(u)rning tree
Lately, i have been mourning mornings
When i am here,
the birds no longer sing.
Their sounds weigh the leaves
the ground and resurrect trees
present with their gift. Yet, i
remain greeted with the back of sun—just enough warmth
to feel seen—not enough, to see green …
positioning me to mourn the next, morning
Jen Katshunga @jenkitoko is a writer, storyteller and researcher based in Toronto, Canada, Kinshasa, DR Congo & London, United Kingdom. She enjoys writing about/with time, sound and nature, in particular waters.
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