Tuesday, May 5, 2015

A Poem for Satipo (2015)


     The Poet and his wife Rosa, in Satipo, 2009

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.

No: 4753 (2:34 a.m.) 4-30-2015)For the Mayor of Satipo/and David Peñaloza