MORNING

The morning sun disperses fog
Lifting its nebulous curtain
From forested hills in orange
Bloom, an African genus
Another day is darkly folded
Far away, as I walk to work
Thankful for such revelation.
In town, I’ve swallowed whole
Its Park, trees drive rich roots
Deep into my brain’s cortex
Iguanas run along my arteries
Parrots dash through my eyes
Green and chatter in my ears
As I become conscious, wind
Midst the leaves brings waves
Roaring from a distant shore.
As I let go, I am lifted, whisked
Off as a kite whose string is cut.
Part of this wonderful process
I rejoice with another morning.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    February 24, 2007
    Palmares, Costa Rica