The Home Jungle Trip Poem by Neran Sati

As didn't sleep that well, got up
suddenly to rush straight onto
the shower stream. Therein, behin'
white plastic drape, so cozy I felt
bein cuddle' by water warm stream
cherish' by it air wrappin body round
all in steam. While eyes shut I
attend' to listen that strange noise
sounds, out of drops hitting drape,
walls or me, blendin the pitches
coverin all tones range, from it
deep tam-tam to the highest trill.
All that music stage took a certain
character of deep jungle screen
it dusk and me, smashin it through,
by hands releasin body, as emersed in
that mist, with birds crowd loudly
chirp. Would probably stay' on much
longer, were it not that pain through
me leg left, to break the show. And,
as leanin fro and down, me eyes
went gazin white a ditch, its creek
spoiled deluge runnin away, quick
to meet with shiny ringe, soon
vanishin through its hole, afar from
jungle waterfall. Then, as alert
steppin out, me sweet dream left
behin', just lone its traveller, wet nude
and clean, proceedin with home routine.



03/10/2016 © Neran Sati