Tuesday, May 5, 2015
A Poem for Satipo (2015)
There was thick hard muddy grooves in the road.
Colorful motor bikes moving in out of the jungle’s thickness.
I stare at the banana trees marked with heavy leaning.
I have awakened to the Satipo Jungle.
If I had been born here how strange to think of giving her up!
Suddenly I see with such clear eyes
The hundred shades of greens and browns, my wife smells the dirt
That of which she has just stepped over!
A thousand singing red ants I saw passing on tree branch
Birds flying overhead, sounding a hundred expressions
Reveling: Glory be in the heaven, for Satipo!
I must return, to find new hard mud to walk upon.