I hold the rainforest in my hands

by
Daun Daemon
in this warm cup of darkness
raised in shade beneath a canopy of trees
sheltering an abundance

—vines and ferns, shrubs and flowers
in an understory rooted in soil rich with life
microbes thriving, worms churning
beneath small mammals scampering
ants marching in busy formation
butterflies festooning branches
dragonflies, wasps, bees, flies swarming
spiders throwing silk from spinnerets
frogs croaking and peeping, serenading mates
salamanders undulating in hidden pools
warblers, grosbeaks, tanagers singing
flocks overwintering before spring travels
bats chittering late in the day—

is the satisfying taste of connectivity
each smooth and complex sip
a journey and a gift