I like how the poem weaves together memory, myth, and landscape -using Kilimanjaro and the elephants as both witnesses and carriers of history, loss, and hope. I feel the weight of longing for someone gone, but also a sense of resilience, as if the mountain and the rain hold the promise of renewal and freedom.

“before my daily rebirth” I dug that line because the rest we get (sometimes) refreshes us, although for some more than others, it’s likely the last time. It reminds me that I have to be thankful for every day I get and try to make the best of it.
Nicely done.

I turned 78 today, so I hear you loud and clear. Each night, one wonders if dawn, or something else, or nothing at all will come. We get one of them, but not our choice.