When wind blows in the jungle,
Only the tops of the trees are moved.
In the gray morning,
High in the green tree,
I see a flash of golden sun,
But this one comes with her own shadows.
The golden jaguar is resting,
Watching, dreaming high above it all.

I am not afraid of her
Because I know that she is me.
She and I share visions with one another.
Together, we see the whole picture of this plane, and others.
We strategize and connect the dots.
We encourage one another.
"Don't ever try to change your spots," she says as I walk by.

"I won't," I reply with resolution,
And nod to her silently.
She understands that I have said,
 "You, too."

-jenn