Yucatan Douglas M. Gillette 2-2-16

I have arrived and known myself alive in the rainforests
of Veracruz, Yucatan, and Quintana Roo,

and felt like one of Moses’ Israelites crossing the Red Sea
between two interminable walls of water–

only I was driving down a ribbon of asphalt, and the walls
were green, massed trees and underbrush towering

on either side, nearly closing out the sky. I was stifled by
humidity, and mildly claustrophobic.

Life! Life! Life! as far as the eye could see, a thick smell of
minty chlorophyll, of sap, of bark, wet soil, and rottage.

Here, life was absolutely victorious in its struggle for the light,
aggressive even, and, if truth be told, a little ominous.

Exuberant nonetheless. I’d inserted my miniscule and passing
presence here, felt blessed and awed

by my fellow living things, their triumph, and by their titanic,
if not wholly human, God.

Copyright (C) 2016 by Douglas M. Gillette