path through the jungle—
so much has to change
to stay the same
*
zipline so fast
even my shadow can’t find
a place to land
*
hanging bridges
above the deep chasms—
panic disguised as hope
*
a fourth star
in Orion’s belt—
in fact, a firefly
*
love starved—
instead of catching the bigger fish
eating the bait
*
dismantling the gate
at the chambers of the heart—
using the wood for a bridge
*
pouring out from the tree’s thorns
and army of fire ants—
nearby the ylang ylang spreads perfume
*
diving into the waves—
if only all chaos
had a trapdoor
*
beneath the waterfall
riding the rope swing, wondering—
does our joy release into the world?
*
meanwhile, in the rainforest,
the purple orchid peels back its petals,
reinvents opening
*
questions that start with why
are the hardest to answer—
the lizard walks on water
*
smaller than a thimble
this frog beside the river—
universe size, my wonder
*
this old oyster shell
worn by waves into a heart—
love this world, love this world
*
after two days,
the purple orchids are spent—
giving myself to the waves
*
the gray and brown wren—
its bright song a mailbox
red flag up
*
ten thousand times ten thousand
waves on the beach—
letting each one rename me
*
beside the great strangler fig
enjoying feeling small
in the big, big world
Rosemerry, thank you for the beautiful bouquet! Missed you so much. I’ve tried to wait patiently for your return. Welcome home. Ann