I am doing my best to uncover the inner
Lifting leaf, cutting shrubs, letting go of rue
Describing anew, as meanings change
Opening, pealing back the branches of
Hypnotic defenses, hidden in dense thickets
Concealing raw trauma, long in healing
Along rabbit runs, escaping to holes, tunnels
To my distant heart, hanging roots dangle
In narrow spaces, as rows of cryptic art
To cipher disguised meanings, below the groves.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
December 16 , 2010
Over Costa Rica