9 poems about my friendship with the forest

1

Because I know La Dulcera
I know the whole world

by resemblance

or opposition

This flower
is also

in La Dulcera

this butterfly

isn't

This butterfly isn't!


2

Now there are turtledoves
in addition to 
canaries and blackbirds
eating the seeds
that remained on the soil

The birds guard 
the memory of the forest 

just as the roots. 


3

In the woods
a trunk falls
and a bridge is made


4

The first drops of rain 
fall on my skin. 

A few days ago
the forest told me:

    The forest 
It is a different forest 
when it rains.



(The forest never 
is the same)


5

I visit La Dulcera
to de inventory
as if I was walking by
a garden
that I planted myself

Are the papayas ripe yet?

Does the toucan still fly at 6 o'clock, with its partner,
to the branch of the chickadee?

Is the mugwort jungle already over 15cm tall?

Do the trees already have flowers?

Have the ants already built their anthill
better?

Did the sacred stone
move?


No,

yes, 

No,

Yes,

Yes,

No.

Very good.


Is the grass green?

Are there enough bromeliads
on the grandfather's stem?

Did the squirrels find a new home?


Yes No No.


My tree hasn't changed
its place

it was not a dream
and men did not dream
with its roots.

the giand climbing plant
dried up.

a new one
began to climb.

There are baby woodpeckers
who already know how to peck.

The swallows don't have
their final colors yet.


This is not my forest:
it's nobody's forest

But I do inventory.

Are there still parakeets
eaglets
turtledoves?

Are the leaves still
wide?


Have they removed that fence yet?


6

I asked the
forest:
How do I trust?

It answered to me:
The will of
forest is the
will of
God.


7

My ancestors
they were here

my ancestors
they walked this
path,

they bathed in
these waters
—which are not 
the same-

they jumped
these stones

they rested in this
shores

they found shelter
and ghosts
in these bamboo forests

they found bridges

they carved a stone

they thought,
they sang,
they wrote
a poem
in their ancestral language
about this forest

kk ktsh
ktsh i_____------
a
a
Whoa.

This is how the river sounds
and i think
this is how their language
sounded.


But also
they whistled
like the birds
for fun.


8

I'm in La Dulcera
and I'm in La Dulcera

la dulcera
La dulcera
La Dulcera


I love this place


The long bamboo
depopulated
saying hello in the name of the
bamboo forest

The big tree
which is a house
for all
birds
insects
fungus

the yarumo
that is my friend
my door
to the connection with
nature


Now
I'm in La Dulcera


Tomorrow

will I be able to come back?


9

I see the forest
bofere the forest
that they cut

and i trust
in the will of the
Creek.

Someday we
we will remember
that we are also
forest

As she knows
that she is also
man
bird
sun.