Inverness, FL, USA
Written after a hike through the mountains of
West Java a long time ago.
When finally the cool, dark night had fallen,
there were no sounds of drum or bamboo flute,
nor of the restless, stealthy stirring
of prowling killers and their prey.
And I was just another one of them
that barely breathed, just waiting,
in silent, anxious apprehension,
for fate to start its cruel play.
But then, a distant rumble, getting closer,
a hissing threat, as monsoon rain
hit smouldering mountain flanks
scorched by primeval fire.
A brutal gale tore through the sleepy trees,
awakening their shivering, shrinking leaves
with myriads of icey rain drops, as lethal
as strafing bullets, and as merciless...
And nowhere could we hide from nature's fury,
the blinding flashes, deafening thunder,
the clouds turned into raging torrents,
the awesome wedding feast of earth and sky!