Approaching Cabuya

Added on by Steven Casale.

On a dirt road we passed cows
with curtained skin, their backs jagged hills,
each with a topography its own.

The sky was white with clouds
The jungle finished its raining by noon
and the wheels of our ATV went ever forward.

Then, a tree that was a thousand trees.
From the earth countless tendons twisted
up, tangled brown, frozen ropes stood

tall and covered in a glaze of honey
that stunk of bitter resin, insect wing.

It hummed hot, buzzed the bat's call,
it was their home—
huge and unapologetic.