arboreal
The trees want to tell the birds about loftiness, about care,
about falling in the forest and asking if your body is a song.
And the birds should know about dirt too, and roots,
about becoming something new, but remembering.
The forest, the trees sing, misses you when you’re gone.
There is only one prayer we know,
where we are old and tell the sky
about your children’s children.
about falling in the forest and asking if your body is a song.
And the birds should know about dirt too, and roots,
about becoming something new, but remembering.
The forest, the trees sing, misses you when you’re gone.
There is only one prayer we know,
where we are old and tell the sky
about your children’s children.
Joyce Padua is a Toronto-based writer, costumer, and artist. Her work has been featured in several places including Sirens Zine and on stage with the Canadian Opera Company. She is currently working on her second anthology of poetry To Love at Noon, and Other Simplicities. More of her work can be found on Tumblr and Instagram.
