Rainforest

I’ve lived an age in Oaxaca climes encased in peppered mist desolate with seasoned sun a place of darkness holding muted beams as a seedling's life struggles to finger slots of light but air laces trees with emerald moss like chiffon recall when I was young my roots riddled clay clung to cleaving earth terminating in time's vast abyss. my tendrils awoke drilled through tender soil breaking the cold loam of deep memories, arms contorted fertile acorns grew, crowns cruised in cloud that swayed and seethed Their shoots were our future's legacy. I mastered time over ages to grow, others felled in prime to build furniture or raped by ships of war But now a distant breath warms ruffles my furthest leaves prints scorched smooth as lungs wheeze I plead for birds to fly towards our bower drink deep once more our cool vintage Veracruz spring hoping to join spirits haloed above but in flaxen haze my ambered essence flies across Sierra de Juarez through skies azure to blaze with helios. The horizon is now viewed in red splayed like spider webs, my fingers embering ebony reach for sun and stars.