Timu Forest is a place

Timu Forest is where the Ik live. They live other places, too, like on Mount Morungole. If you’re in Timu Forest, the sun sets over Mount Morungole more or less. In early July, at least.

Timu Forest is a place. i took more good photos in Timu Forest than in the rest of Uganda combined, probably. These photos are of the place Timu Forest. Another time, there will be photos of people in Timu Forest, or things like that. Sometimes they will be in the rain. Today, there are just photos of the place Timu Forest.

In Timu Forest there are huts in a compound where Stephen and i stayed. There are flowers, and there are trees. Kenya is down there. Sometimes it is clear, and you see Kenya well. Sometimes it is cloudy, and you wait for 15 minutes to catch a glimpse of the afternoon sun skimming the plains of Turkana country. Dogs look over the Karamoja highlands. Sun sets over fields of grasses of more types than you thought there were. Villages village. Clouds are blue at dusk. This place is the place Timu Forest.































Timu Forest
i can see trees
(oh, can i see trees),
i can see trees
(but what are trees when you’re trying to see Kenya?)

Am i so easily distracted
that my imagination is incapable
of piercing these impossibly small water droplets
to see the expansive plain below?

It may be, so i wait
for a break in the clouds
(or fog? or continuity of space, or even time?)
But when a break comes
i see trees, and still no further.

Trees are ok.
(i actually rather like them).
But, too, are they ubiquitous
dominating the landscape of any place i’ve stayed,
perhaps, in a sense, making them home for me.
Perhaps innocence is necessary to recognize home, though.