Farah Marklevits

 

THE HOTTEST YEAR ON RECORD: 1997

La Reserva Biológica Alberto Manuel Brenes, Costa Rica

Our bus was a toy. Dolls, the driver,
director, professors. I was a miniature

doll in the doll hands. The task, climb
scrabble by slide into un bosque virgin

donde la vegetación es notoriamente
particular
. The dolls called it a hike.

They said get going. I was a student,
there to learn. I did what they told me,

stepped into mud-drenched night, tree
shapes leaning, sounds rushing from

where, flashlight flash, translucent
spider shimmer. Puma, bromeliads,

clouds brushing my hair, luring me off
green sound of ledge past gray-white

curtain. And if, El Niño, mud boy
of dripping leaves, I fall into billions

of fog atoms, will I deserve that
kind of transformation, sight-altered

and smeared as I am, wrestling earth’s pull
to crawl to la comodidad de una Estación Biológica

cuyo principal atributo es estar inmersa

in what I didn’t know how to worship.  

 

*Italicized portions appear in “Reserva Biológica Alberto Manuel Brenes, Costa Rica,” Costa Rica Info Link.


Farah Marklevits’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Michigan Quarterly Review, West Branch, Diagram, and other spaces. She is currently living and writing in Montreal, Canada, but her home is in Iowa and, when there, she commutes over the Mississippi to teach and tutor at Augustana College.