For Alma (Where She Wants To Be)

She tramps over green carpet of a rainforest brushed by tendrils of primeval ferns bright shrieking birds glide overhead displaying outrageous plumage; neon hues of lime, rose, celestial blue delight her eye color-drenched and fragrant petals drop at her feet in silent supplication She strolls along the stone-strewn shore of some forgotten isle; the plumes of birds are brazen white, & mournful gray Now and then, she stoops among the clutter of shells that crowd the ground picks up a conch (sandy smooth with the kisses of a thousand miles of waves) & blows a melancholy fanfare that blends with eternal voices of wind & surf She climbs among the crags of majestic jagged mountains; in the distance, still, cold pooled waters reflect sapphire sky, wistful puffs of cloud, mammonth granite spires and one impish face clambering beasts, lithe & muscular, share her lofty realm Far away from the throng of shrill & urgent voices that torment her days this is where she wants to be when she dreams of peace....inspired by the scenic screen savers on the computer I'm borrowing from a friend today. Written March 29th, 2002 © on Mar 29 2002 04:36 AM PST   10 • 0