knowing my feeling

a short poem + video… x

‘sweet song’… watercolour on 4x4-inch canvas by weaver © 2023

knowing my feeling

i’m weary of hearing the word sorrow
like a cloak they see draped upon my wide shoulders
as if it is mine alone to carry

maybe it followed me in from another time
or grew slowly like splayed lichen on my white bones
from touching too many broken things

i feel the tremble of trees with wind sighing
an ache laden behind strangers’ eyes though
i have never known how not to feel, ever ever

yet still i rise with language of birdsong humming
barefoot on our Mother living, breathing blue crisped sky
knowing my feeling is also, my precious gift.


—weaver © 2025

below… singing along with sister wind, out our window… x (((💚))) 💨💨💨

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