Once the Leaves Stopped Jumping
Tony Machorro-Robinson
Once the leaves stopped jumping
the leaf cutter ants
carried on as if
nothing happened,
the iguana warmed itself
on an empty rock
free from the foliage
which covered the ground
like a membrane of water and green.
The storm had passed
but its destruction still littered
the jungle floor with
broken branches and leaves,
the monkey’s fur gently dripping
as he threw himself up
to the top of the drying canopy
and onto my balcony
Where we shared a few
sunny moments of uncertainty.