contemplativeThrough puffy clouds, then thunder
Awakens the spirit hidden away long before the journey began.
Just before I reach the ground, I pull up
And graze lightning-sharpened treetops.
From below comes the warning songs of birds,
The roars of cats red in tooth and claw,
And howls of great apes marking out brutal kingdoms.
I slow my flight and stand upon the tallest leaf,
Wondering why I ever feared the jungle.
