“Casa Delmonte, north of
Atyra, Paraguay”
Thunder
rumbles in the distance,
Occasionally crashing overhead on this mountaintop at Casa Delmonte.
The jungle like air is hot and wet,
One minute dripping and the next pouring.
It slides over yellow green, to blue green to green green,
Wrapping us all in a soft heavy fragrant cloak.
Trills, chortles, piercing cries, deep screeches emanate from overhead,
Their owners hidden in the foliage until the rain passes
And the day
turns glorious.
Large ants scurry by, always on a mission.
Are these the same ants that make the giant red mounds
That jut up like large boulders in the fields?
A gecko races up a tall straight palm
Heading for the explosion of foliage overhead.
Insects buzz and dart.
I wonder which ones carry dengue fever
.
Our room in this expensive eco lodge is simple, austere.
In the cheap hotel in town which was within our budget,
We slept under a hideous red and brown tapestry bedspread
Edeged with gobs of slithery red satin.
Now we sleep under off white woven cotton.
Occasionally crashing overhead on this mountaintop at Casa Delmonte.
The jungle like air is hot and wet,
One minute dripping and the next pouring.
It slides over yellow green, to blue green to green green,
Wrapping us all in a soft heavy fragrant cloak.
Trills, chortles, piercing cries, deep screeches emanate from overhead,
Their owners hidden in the foliage until the rain passes
Large ants scurry by, always on a mission.
Are these the same ants that make the giant red mounds
That jut up like large boulders in the fields?
A gecko races up a tall straight palm
Heading for the explosion of foliage overhead.
Insects buzz and dart.
I wonder which ones carry dengue fever
Our room in this expensive eco lodge is simple, austere.
In the cheap hotel in town which was within our budget,
We slept under a hideous red and brown tapestry bedspread
Edeged with gobs of slithery red satin.
Now we sleep under off white woven cotton.