Birth of a Hill and 2 other poems
From lifes deepest cracks, resilience forges an enduring Body, asserting Ecofeminist Agency,…
Read more →A lost mango tree, forgotten desires now shrouded by a mangrove's shade.
The mango tree which I reared
is lost today somewhere
in the jungle of my wishes.
I used to throw whole mangoes
in our backyard
to see them grow up into trees.
Not a single leaf sprouted
except from a half-eaten one.
After watering it in its infancy
I became engaged
wining and dining with my life.
After years — today
a mangrove in our backyard
shaded my memories
from the hard sun of forgetfulness.
I wish I had left myself
to the charity of wilderness.