Woven Tales

Woven from tales and hands cracked dry,
calls of monkeys,
parakeets,
chimpanzees
resonate in the air. Sitting,
I am mystified, the rainforest dense
as the bustling city I left behind.

Humming birds buzzing, zooming,
zipping through the air.
A monsoonal haze floating on the threads
burnt orange, dyed from discarded vegetables
purple lines of puzzling depth and the handle
intrinsically entwined as a hexagon of honeycomb
one hut atop a mountain,
yet….
The women wove wondrous creations
for me to hold.