I see your face 

Glowing in red hues 

That blend 

With blue skies and still clouds

Of the Amazon sunrise.

Yellow and azure macaws 

Fly high in couples,

Carpet-bombing loud squawks 

As they carry my messages

Over the canopies, 

While loud parrots wake the forest,

Immersing me into 

The resonances of the morning Amazon.

Dew drops roll from trees

Splatter on the ground, 

Landing on thick, wide leaves

And on my face

On their way down—

Like an early morning drizzle

From clear skies.

Circular growls, 

Without a pause

Awaken a distant past

Of ancient keepers of this land.

Meandering vibrations

Through the dense thicket

Starburst pink mimosa flowers 

Inside my mind—

But then you fold 

When my whisper touches you.

The growls reach past 

Buttressed trunks 

Crawling, spreading into the earth,

Traveling through these trees,

Finding paths, rolling air

From depths, through torn membranes—

Now shivering, erupting,

Bursts of spinning hot air 

Where my thoughts for you slipstream

With the drone

Fluttering leaves in resonances

From the howler monkeys.

They land on tall trees,

Passing my messages 

To the yellow-rumped Oropendola,

Whose voice echoes 

Dew drops into song lines,

Carrying my dreamstories for you

To the passion flowers,

Their white and purple petals 

Opening into the air,

Waiting to catch messages from you —

If sent —

Diffuse into the forest

Before they ever 

Reach me.