22 Jul A Poem by Neil Deupree
Inspiration comes in many shapes and forms – the medium from which we craft our thoughts and feelings, too, are many. On his last visit to the Osa Peninsula Neil Deupree wrote this lovely poem in his journals, and he has so graciously decided to share it with everyone so we too can experience a bit of the inspiration the Osa Peninsula has to offer. Thank you, Neil.
Sitting on the front porch at Piro
The surf is distant thunder – be sure to pack the poncho.
The cicadas are way more than white noise in the background.
The tortuguitos finally made it to the ocean.
Papaya and piña spark the taste buds for breakfast.
The anole ambles across our front yard in fits and starts.
The howlers start their “hello” at half past four in the morning.
The clouds are wisps of cotton against the cobalt sky.
The hummingbird (which one of the thirty?)
makes the rounds of the verbena by our front porch.
We are called to see the aracari –
which, of course, are gone by the time we get there –
keeping us humble.
“I am soooo humble,” says Frank, our filmographer.
Damselflies wearing blue and yellow mittens flit through the forest.
A hawk with red wings and a banded tail traces circles in the sky –
followed by a turkey vulture coasting in a straight line – for once.
Heliconia spear their orange among the oars of green leaves.
I hear a bird in the distance that Nito could identify in an instant.
The breeze wicks away the heat –
this part of our home in Osa is truly a breezeway.
January 26, 2014