The wind sways the tendrils
of old man’s beard
dangling overhead
in an eerie, undulating
pattern.

It feels like
the forest is alive.
I’m driving underneath
colossal jelly fish
in a sci-fi, thriller show.

I march through
the snagging, thorny
weeds in search of
my missing treasures.

I find them in
the owl’s court
on a carpet of
golden palm fronds.

Who could judge
their disappearance
a crime after discovering
their treasure?

Climbing up on
the hammock
across the swaying,
hanging bridge,

Up the tower
of stairs
that punctures
the canopy and
threads you to the
perch above them
all,
I look down
on a sea of green,
a swaying, dizzying realm.

I think I’m floating
upside down
with a sky of puffy,
green clouds overhead
and the ocean of blue
lapping at my back
and taking my hair
with the current
out to sea.
© 2013 DarEll S. Hoskisson