Lapa Rios
Hollow throated howls
breathe past eons
into my sunrise
startling sounds
colors singing silent
songs to my heart…
Rhythms slow pulsing
merging into oneness
dancing with nature
in flow with the mystery
forest creatures emerge
microcosmic mirrors of complexity…
Flying, flashing primary colors
flirt, tease my eyes
slithering ominous beauty
coiled coolness rests green
on green on green
trees, leaves, lizards leaping…
Effortless, loose-limbed monkeys
play in an eerily familiar treetop jungle gym
swinging, climbing, leaping, crashing, jumping
stirring my desire to let go, climb high,
fall, catch myself and fly free…
Threatening spines protect
sweet treasures of fruit
camouflage hides vulnerability
even as I protect my heart
hide my soft and tender parts…
I share more with the forest than I know…
Dorothy Wylie
May 2011


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