jungle: reclaim
my being
don't die in the concrete jungle. steel
and glass don't reconstitute. there
are no gentle rains to feed your
bones, canopy shade to cool
your soul. cast temporal worlds aside.
dance talisman steps, shaman you;
walk barefoot on soil. face skyward.
sleep wide-eyed and fearless.
you are past. I am present. I am
begging the vines of your rapture.
Photo © 2013 Rick Burnett Baker
Poem © 2013 Rick Burnett Baker
(Photo taken In Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, 10-21-13)
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