geometric shapes surround her:
the rectangles of flats in decline
the circles of lifebuoys by the harbour
and the triangles of traffic signs
her life is covered in lines:
parallel for the zebra crossing
perpendicular in the building designs
straight as the support pillars reinforcing
complete concrete
she feels trapped
she needs a retreat
into the past
into the jungle of green
vines and twirling stems with leaves
growing wild, draped between
two hefty trees
the only straight lines
she sees are from cloudy skies;
oxygen and hydrogen combine
to form precipitation and baptise
all the jungle’s living creatures
including our world-weary traveller
she can hear the birds chirp
and see the day getting brighter
a fact she has always known
but never realised ‘til she’s grown
in the city she feels alone
but the jungle feels like home
REQUEST:
city girl's first time travelling out of her home and into the jungle