for Jennifer, currently in the rainforest at Tela, Honduras
I enter the forest of ice
slowly, and on foot.
Trees creak in the slightest breeze.
Small branches break & fall
with a tinkling of bells.
The everywhere green of the mountain laurel
never looked fresher, each leaf
The sun comes out.
A thousand swords leap from their scabbards.
On top of the snow, in every dip
& hollow, windrows of black
Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with 100 trillion of his closest microbial friends — a close-knit, symbiotic community comprising several thousand species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa. In a similarly collaborative fashion, all of Dave’s writing is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License. For attribution in printed material, his name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact him for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).