I. Before sunset Sangay looms on the northwest horizon Clouds swiftly slip across the heavens Until dusk settles I watch that quadrant wondering if that flickering red glow Is lava flowing down steep slopes Soon Sangay the near- half-moon & Scorpio disappear beneath gathering clouds & a heat suffocates this new night II. Two a.m. Tentative drops strike the tin roof Then pelt & pelt & pelt steadily Until the dawn III. The rush of the river below braiding through gravel bars The rustle of leaves in the wind of a grey day Clouds slowly lifting to reveal the verdant jungle IV. Near sunset the clouds finally break & snowy Sangay appears ghostly against pale blue sky A thin rose-red spume of smoke wafts from his mouth To the East over the graveled Upano River & Amazonic hills Gold & fuchsia cumulus tower & a rainbow grows Before the clouds & the night again descend V. I fall asleep in the heat that suffocates the half moon VI. & awaken before the midnight hour to the pelting rain
Lorraine Caputo is a poet, translator and travel writer. Her works appear in over 180 journals on six continents; and 12 chapbooks of poetry – including Notes from the Patagonia (dancing girl press, 2017) and On Galápagos Shores (dancing girl press, 2019). She also authors travel narratives, articles and guidebooks. Caputo has done over 200 literary readings, from Alaska to the Patagonia. She travels through Latin America, listening to the voices of the pueblos and Earth.