Belize - a poem

Orange glow of setting sun on tall branches, palm fronds, coconuts, rooftops
Orange flowers shaped like bells, like antique gramophones, like trumpets
Orange hair braided loosely, falling around pink face, pink shoulders

Feeling motion where there is stillness
Feeling air rustling spirit - oscillating
Feeling nothing but the space

Space for wandering
Space for finding
Space for making do

Wandering through narrow streets
Wandering slowly down new shores
Wandering - when finding is as losing

Losing sight of time before this
Losing questions and gaining questions
Lost in what can only be discovered

Orange.Falling.Slowly
Glow.Motion.Through
Narrow.Finding.Losing
Wandering.Space


Feb. 7, 2011. Crooked Tree Wildlife Sanctuary