Poem from Cecile Rossant
Stampeding across your open mouth, the welcome crowd: the monkeys, the lions, the thick adolescent snakes, ignite in me an adventurous pleasure. There is tropical color and ferocious animal heads beside impatient buds that flower in the dark – the wide dense forest is blooming with slithering, skittering, scampering animals: I’m braying, crawling with ants, I’m buckling. Still, careful to hold your roots firm with a clipping cover, I skirt you around the middle, rest heavy and sink down. Beyond your now visible shoulder and arm – my eyes wide open – the sky lightens beyond the large framed window.