just spent a long time in the mountains and jungles of bolivia and peru - back in civilization for now, though things might be sporadic until I finish this job in a bit over a month... anyhow, here's one from the peruvian amazon:
I left the shelter of my
home to seek a shooting star
on which to wish for that which
was lost to me (or by me).
Stepping out into the jungle night,
I looked up to black sky.
Despair pried open my mouth,
anger at the heavens flared my eyes.
No song came out, no vision came in.
I neither breathed nor blinked.
Fully exposed, I might have died there...
but suddenly, my mad openness was filled
with light bursting from a crack in the sky.
