"Maybe Argentina."

Argentina in the springtime.
Far South of the equator,
spring starts in September.
Like turning the world on its axis.
I arrive upside down and end
up in Buenos Aires.

Only to take the tango class,
tango my way to Iguazu,
there I see the falls
at Devilís Gorge and jet boat and jeep
deep into the Argentine

The ancient jungle of the Yacatinga
Wild Life Private Reserve completes my

Further excursions to see the penguins,
elephant seals, rheas, guanacos
and Patagonian hares make this a worthy

After Ushuaia, Tierra Del Fuego National Park,
El Calafate, I see a glacier for the first time,
and wonder why my heart is made of the same

Back to Buenos Aires, back to America.

Once again, I am right side up.
Once again, I have no agenda, no plans.
Once again, I am lost.

© Anne Westlund

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Written on 2010-01-24 at 05:26

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