I have spent a lot of time overseas and in varied environments but
jungle rivers always fascinated me. When I was working in Venezuela, I had to
cross an area where vegetation had grown over a slow moving river. I had to
walk on roots while getting swarmed by mosquitoes and ants. The trees had long
spines so I had to use a machete to catch myself. If you slipped off a root you
plunged into the black water. It inspired me to write a short poem that
captured my battle with nature:
Jungle
River
The confluence of elements made it known,
That this was a world all onto its own.
No man will pass without our scar,
A vision of hatred to be carried far.
Leave us alone for you cannot prosper,
In the overgrown river we will conquer.
In contrast, there was a time during this Malaysian study when my
family was swimming in the Lemanak River in Sarawak, Borneo and I appreciated
that it was a perfect time. When my kids wanted to be with me and the brown,
jungle river flowed with adventure. Poetry is often where I park my most
important memories and this experience prompted me to write the following:
Lemanak River
Vine wrapped ceiling
Giant timbers reach
Palette of greens
Sticking to the sky
Muddy river droning
Current always on
Moving melody
Licorice magma flow
Far from home bed
Sliver of web’s reach
Swimming with the children
They trust my steady legs
Laughter blends with:
Water gushing,
Insect
buzzing,
Primordial
smells creeping,
Wet air
washing,
Sunlight
straining.
My arms pull Elayna and steady Eric
And these moments rage
Down the river flowing.
Is this the perfect time?