O Colombia!
A born flatlander, I went to live among the clouds.
Tripping down the Amazon, I slept under southern stars.
Floating on the brown waters, I fished for piranha.
In a straw hut built on stilts, I ate with small children.
I felt the sting of fire ants, held a twelve foot anaconda on my shoulders,
listened to the screech of howler monkeys deep in primary rain forest.
In the Gold Museum, I watched the glitter of jaguars.
I worshipped in an underground cathedral made of salt.
I draped myself with emeralds.
Eight thousand feet above the sea, I wept for home.
These drawings tell a piece of this story.
Maya Jagger 2006
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