Leaves are Waves are Us

SACHA ROSEL, Leaves are waves are us, water colour pencils on paper and poem, August 2020

In the phosphorescent hem of light

I met my sisters,

a crumpled heap forgotten on the ground.

 We exhaled our trembling births,

an oval breath expanding from each other’s filaments,

and made our secret sound happen,

jade-leaping into

a new truth,

jumping blue streams

and pearlish-grey purples,

fuchsia enchantment of

chromatic prayers,

instants lost

and erased.

And rose our voice like waves

stronger than wind,

until the world was now   ̶

and us  ̶

our story unwritten

finally loud

and vivid:

We are the instants beyond silence,

and the words within silence rising

like fire in the sky.

(originally created as an after thought and comment on the AROHO Global Summer Camp experience held in August, 2020)