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.