Today's poem is by Lisa Furmanski
Famish
despite bounty, despite the unyielding
grasses and sedge, a starvationlike drowning in air, leaf after leaf discarded
from the fig even as it stranglesa bole stretching one last branch to the canopy;
despite jackfruit dangling,swinging, dehiscing and spitting juice
on the path while monkeys, sky-high, uncase nuts and resin;despite epiphytic orchids gorged on humidity,
despite upward liana, gaudy spirals dropping unaltered,and the white mushrooms, studded with small white gems, almost confection
crusted on buttresseshere we stopfor water, sweating and light-
headed, the scandent walls of the trail thickwith lantana and oleander, shreds of fallen
leaves, the drip-drip-drip of water:only one possible path then,
the used one tunnelinginto growth so rapid, ravenous, and tightly
shut that we thirstand endure
shadowssharpen at noon, trunk-shaped like a narrow
door, shaped like limbsor a throat full of water;
water is both source and shadow,both bright exposure and its paired lightlessness
someone diesand someone's shadow
blamedall mingle in the litand unlit, all of us hungry,
distracted by abundance while our shadowssever from their sources,
and vanish into angles of the forest
Copyright © 2004 Lisa Furmanski All rights reserved
from Beloit Poetry Journal
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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