Jungle Rivers

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?