Thursday, September 13, 2012

The Amazon Poems

Amazon Lodge

February, 2001 ar the Amazon Lodge (Peru) 125-miles from Iquitos

We were happy enough there at the Amazon lodge—
       detached from civilization;
In the hammocks in the afternoons...!
Under the mosquito netting in our beds, in our basket
       like cabin—likened to a straw pup tent—at  night!...
Together with the door slightly opened:
Snug, like a bug under cool sheets in the heat of the night!
In its un-silent, and unseen, wonderful darkness—
The long burning gaslights from the wooden walkway,
Jaggedly crossed—from there to here!
The night noises were unending—in particular, the: birds,
Insects: monkeys and all; especially the crickets:
Singing, talking, chanting, whispering, bugs chewing!
Rosa loved to hear them at night, they made pleasant
       noises: if you love the Amazon!
And we laughed together—her in her dressing gown,
Me in my mosquito socks—as I often, too often, I moved
       about: seemingly, aimlessly, trying to get settled—
So, I often thought: if she often thought:
‘How much room is he going to give me tonight—and
       where do I put myself?’
And then she held me tight as if she heard that thud
       from the puma, we had seen nearby the lodge,
The first night… (?) And then like so often, she was
       out:  completely out, like a burnt-out light.


Stride of the Amazon Puma

The Canopy in the Amazon, of Peru, 90-feet up/5:00 PM.

 The puma did no offences against us, whose huge pug marks,
       hid a scare—
She followed us from a safe distance, walking back to our lodge,
       from the towering canopy, a hundred and twenty feet tall
That overlooked a sea of green…
Allegedly a criminal puma of the deep Amazon—she had now
       repeated a number of times—this walk, her pace appearing
       as if out of nowhere, as if spying on her enemy.
Her excessive intruding didn’t appease our guide, Anselmo!
He had neither fiche, nor dossier on her: yet he knew—and that was
       all he knew, is that we were in her territory…
Anselmo, he looked young, wise and cynical, and somewhat
       doubting our way back.
It was getting dark, she looked almost black, and she had a huge
       head, that swayed low, bobbed, to and fro, when she moved.
Finally after two hours time, we saw her going away, into the tall
       grass, that lead into the heavy and tall timbers, and the thick
It was obvious, the late evening shadows of the trees, and solid
       formations about, blinded the puma, having camouflaging
Not a puma to be photographed, rather one to be left alone!