Love Letters from the Rain Forest

They come bundled in thin woven rope

And drip with centuries of rain.

These letters melted in my hands

And the ink stained my fingertips

Until I could use them as pencils.

I sketched out a road map

To forests of puddles, saturated grounds,

And waterlogged air.

I found instructions tucked in the middle,

and spun the words around as a compass

for my heart to locate the wilderness.

The trees vibrated in my wrist

and my feet yearned to rest in wet soil.

These love letters reminded me 

I am not a creature of concrete cities,

but I was born from wildflower meadows,

rushing creeks, and horizons of forests.

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