I thought the mountain remembered me,
she welcomed me back into her bosom,
arranging her green mattress, her pockets
full of dirt and rocks.
I slept as never before, a stone beneath my head,
nothing between me and the vast universe of stars
but my thoughts, rushing like waters
from the depths of the perfect river.
All night, I heard melodic calls—
the "co-quí" sound surrounding me, little frogs,
and the Nightjars, hunting in the dark Puerto Rican night.
All night, I tossed and turned as if in rushing waters,
grappling with the treacherous gloom. By morning,
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into deep, dark waters.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is an adaptation and reinterpretation of Mary Oliver's Sleeping in the Forest. Puerto Rico's abundant mountains provide the perfect backdrop for my poem's imagery and emotions. I live under the shadow of a vast mountain. Right now,, the coquis are actively calling for a mate. Enjoy.
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Picturesque and filled with great images. Loved the nature painting.
Thank you for your comment and for taking the time to read the poem. Much appreciated.
Lovely images and writing of nature at its best, enjoyed the read
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