Aptheosis Poetry Series: riding on a bus through the jungle, chanting Sanskrit

peaking through the trees
the ocean is grayed by the
humid, humid air between

my eyes and its water

·

blurs of black and green
foilage smeared like paint
accross these glass panes

glimpses of treasure within

·

deeper still we ride, rounding

corners and up over before
down and back and up again

hours will pass in these seats

·

it rains and stops and rains
but even when it’s not, it is
wet enough, it might as well

be raining all the time here

·

it is the “green” rainy season
after all – I wonder if the dry
season is really all that dry or
just less wet? Ponder wetness
·
ponder water, ponder the gray
waves and skies and clouds
ponder the green trees and

their hidden misty canopies

·

ponder pondering ponder –
Sa Ta Na Ma, Sa Ta Na Ma
sing to the trees and the

rain, say thank you to All

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