by David Ishaya Osu
Rain rain, pain pain
sometimes green, other times free
we look to the sky and we have a mind
—we are the stars we count; there is
a bird we know—yesterday
we were in the garden burning
leaves, today we are picking pink pins
as a family. The only way through
is through this bowl of milk; the
same joy we grew up with; oh
stay here, dance there, rest well
papa would say to all of us
as we dress like breeze and trees.
We hold time in our hands
and gaze at stars distant
and near singing, we meet
the dreams in our eyes
the dreams in our eyes
About the photographer: Emily Sorensen is a DFA Candidate researching ecological art and performance at the Yale School of Drama, where she earned an MFA in Dramaturgy and Dramatic Criticism. She likes to go outside and take pictures of trees. @emily.sorensen
