Sunday, March 3, 2013

dancing with living earth and sky

a nine day haiku journey through patagonian landscapes
parque nacional torres del paine





















day one: laguna amarga a campamiento serón (12 km)

1
the sky and the earth 
illuminating spirit
in rippling shadow


2
deep gold blue and white
colors felt with all senses
Patagonia


day two: campamiento serón a refugio dickson (19 km)


3
por el sendero
viento entra ojos
me voy volando


4
I wake up to
a Patagonian wind dance
the trees can’t help but shake 


5
morning clouds move swift
above pointy mountain tops
cold summer wind chills


6
golden grass billows
in shimmery rows of dance
I sit still amidst


day three: refugio dickson a campamiento los perros (9 km)


7
creaky trees grow dense
we are wandering strangers
amidst ancient change


8
un río fuerte
nos trae agua pura
pausamos aqui


9
nadie habla
por la voz ruidosa
del rio que regala


10
my eyes stumble
upon a white waterfall
that seems still from here


11
sonido del rio
estufas ruidosas
¡a la montaña!


day four: campamiento los perros a campamiento paso (12 km)


12
all trees bow and bend
toward glacier and its runoff
ecology reigns


13
terrain rolls from mud
into large stones that crackle
under my wet boots


14
rolling is the word
through vegetation patterns
up and down and up


15
glacier glows soft blue
beckoning me upward further
crevaces swirling


16
cycles surround me
my breath mixes with the sky
and feet place pebbles


17
fuerza y grandeza
azul y blanco y gris
espiritu nace


18
icy blue curves swirl
until they hit grey mountains
which plunge into sky


19
muscles buzzing high
from dancing with living earth
now time to descend


20
from sheer rock and ice
into lush green moist forest
down toward the glacier


21
clouds fuse into ice
on mountain where water flows
to and from glaciers


22
condor flies above
while I sing amazing grace
someone’s spirit soars


day five: campamiento paso a paine grande (21 km)


23
morning on the brim
soft light beckons me further
suddenly, a lake!


24
within the forest
air is swollen with cool life
filling my nostrils


25
chunks of bright iceburg
scattered across lago grey
look like broken glass


26
sweet smelling shrubs
lead my nose into wonder
a glacier breaks loud


27
hot sunshine on skin
more blue sky than days before
charred trees and wildflowers


28
my neck craned upward
clouds hover at jagged peaks
mountain’s wispy breath


29
lago grey sparkles
in the same sun that heats my face
and melts the glaciers


30
laguna calma
nuevo tono de azul
vida distinta


31
the long day concludes
with green brown shrubby hillside
and two tired feet


day six: paine grande a refugio los cuernos (14.5 km)


32
el cielo respira
blanco y gris nubes
tierra morada y azul


33
lone waterfall flows
directly from a glacier
to my sweaty soul


34
thick grove of bare branches
charred black brown and grey
smooth and rough to touch


35
static clouds hug cliffs
no hay movimiento
ni ruido



36
sobrevivo por
mantequilla de maní
me deja andar


37
sound of falling ice
comes from above mountain clouds
we sit and listen


38
light and shadow dance
without motion or music
on calm turquoise lake


day seven: refugio los cuernos a hostería los torres (11 km)


39
layer of thick cloud
envelops my cold body
with sweet blue drizzle


40
moisture awakens
sweet and spicy fragrances
in the shrub woodland


41
lluvia crea
el gran baile del mundo
junto el ciclo


42
oigo caballos
corriendo, gritando
desde la carpa


day eight: hostería los torres a campamiento los torres (10 km)


43
nos despertamos
a la mañana blanca
envueltos en calina


44
sun shines brilliance
on wet glistening landscape
that feels like a dream


45
wanderers of earth
mimicking river below
meander on dirt


46
river is fed by
infinite waterfalls
that awaken me


47
sun feels like a gift
from Patagonian sky
trickling through treetops


48
mountain emerges
into bluest of blue sky
above the trekkers


49
deep green is stirring
the forest glows different shades
that echo my moods


50
torres del paine
el centro de los ciclos
muevan quietos


51
surrounded by rock
geology enchants me
I am a cycle


day nine: campamiento torres a hostería los torres (10 km)


52
bajo estrellas
subimos a los torres
para sentarnos


53
el amanecer
llena mi cuerpo pequeño
con colores del sol


54
backpack is ready
blisters on my worn out feete
down to the valley


55
triumphant body
lies in grass under mountain
nine full days later



1 comment:

  1. fuerza y grandeza
    azul y blanco y gris
    espiritu nace

    Mi favorito!

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