Jungle Smile

I wrote the following poem before the events recounted below had occurred.
Last Christmas my mother gave me a book: River of Darkness by  Buddy Levy (available at Amazon.com ha ha ha) which I ignored for about 4 months. I almost sold it, but filial guilt constrained me. Then, God be praised, I discovered Juaneco y su combo on YouTube and promptly became addicted to Amazonian Cumbia music. I got the book off my shelf and read it in about 3 days, learning about the Ecuadorian, Peruvian and Brazilian Amazon as well as her headwaters both mythical and actual.
But it gets weirder: I went to ‘Peru Culture Night’ at my local fine arts museum where they were showing a movie (Perro Hortelano) about the Peruvian Amazon. The film started late, I decided I did not want to stay. As I was leaving the event, I noticed a giveaway drawing being offered near the door.  I entered the raffle (something I rarely do – and I have never won anything significant in my life). The prize was 4 days in the Amazon jungle. I scribbled my email and name on the ticket and threw it in. My last thought was: “if I were to win this it would prove that God knows all about my obsessions and also has a sense of humor.”  I paid it no further mind.
The next day I was told I had won 4 days at Tahuayo Lodge in Tamshiyacu-Tahuayo conservation area near Iquitos.
I have a year to decide when to go. So you see, she fell right into my undeserving arms…   great is the Lord of the Jungle.

My poem:

Jungle Smile

HamacaYour  beaded snakeskin loincloth

strung beneath humid palms

cool rippling breeze that calms

our hammock hung under thatch

what a catch…

your Amazons running into my Congo 

lost track of my bongo

back about one mile

from the sources of the Nile:

your jungle smile…

restoring all celestial things

deep within your tropical clearings…

flowing slowly, going loco

at the mythic mouth of the Orinico…

shake your nut-brown biospheres

and banish all my worldly fears.

Dusk is nearing – clearing the hill

insects trilling a sinuous thrill;

the yuca half-mashed in the clay pot

the witch doctor hungover in his hut

while our little fire smolders

near the mountains of the moon

– or are they only boulders?

Come soon

Jesus, Lord of the Jungle…

jungle

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Your  beaded snakeskin loincloth
strung beneath humid palms
cool rippling breeze that calms
our hammock hung under thatch
what a catch

your Amazons running into my Congo
lost track of my bongo
back about one mile

from the sources of the Nile:
your jungle smile
restoring all celestial things
deep within your tropical clearings…
flowing slowly, going loco
at the mythic mouth of the Orinico
shake your nut-brown biospheres
and banish all my worldly fears.
Dusk is nearing – clearing the hill
insects trilling a sinuous thrill;
the yuca half-mashed in the clay pot
the witch doctor hungover in his hut
while our little fire smolders
near the mountains of the moon
– or are they only boulders?
Come soon
Jesus, Lord of the Jungle…

Jungle Beauty
in motion courtesy of Juaneco YouTube   [starts @ 3:53]
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2 comments on “Jungle Smile

  1. Curt says:

    Cool story, cool poem.

    Like

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