“Just waiting for a mate”

It’s 7pm in the rainforest, I am perched up under the bamboo by candlight awaiting an old friend..

I can hear her van creep up the valley through the cool evenings air the sound travels, I take my feet out of my sheepskin boots, grounding down on the earth I finish my smoke and stare up at la Luna, allowing and asking for her cleanse…

I thank the ancestors and ancient forest spirits, the wanderers who allow me to be out after dark, protected always in love I stand and await my old friend