Dancing with living earth and sky

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day one: laguna amarga a campamiento serón (12 km)

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the sky and the earth
illuminating spirit
in rippling shadow

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deep gold blue and white
colors felt with all senses
Patagonia

day two: campamiento serón a refugio dickson (19 km)

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por el sendero
viento entra ojos
me voy volando

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I wake up to
a Patagonian wind dance
the trees can’t help but shake

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morning clouds move swift
above pointy mountain tops
cold summer wind chills

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golden grass billows
in shimmery rows of dance
I sit still amidst

day three: refugio dickson a campamiento los perros (9 km)

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creaky trees grow dense
we are wandering strangers
amidst ancient change

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un río fuerte
nos trae agua pura
pausamos aqui

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nadie habla
por la voz ruidosa
del rio que regala

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my eyes stumble
upon a white waterfall
that seems still from here

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sonido del rio
estufas ruidosas
¡a la montaña!

day four: campamiento los perros a campamiento paso (12 km)

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all trees bow and bend
toward glacier and its runoff
ecology reigns

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terrain rolls from mud
into large stones that crackle
under my wet boots

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rolling is the word
through vegetation patterns
up and down and up

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glacier glows soft blue
beckoning me upward further
crevaces swirling

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cycles surround me
my breath mixes with the sky
and feet place pebbles

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fuerza y grandeza
azul y blanco y gris
espiritu nace

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icy blue curves swirl
until they hit grey mountains
which plunge into sky

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muscles buzzing high
from dancing with living earth
now time to descend

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from sheer rock and ice
into lush green moist forest
down toward the glacier

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clouds fuse into ice
on mountain where water flows
to and from glaciers

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condor flies above
while I sing amazing grace
someone’s spirit soars

day five: campamiento paso a paine grande (21 km)

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morning on the brim
soft light beckons me further
suddenly, a lake!

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within the forest
air is swollen with cool life
filling my nostrils

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chunks of bright iceburg
scattered across lago grey
look like broken glass

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sweet smelling shrubs
lead my nose into wonder
a glacier breaks loud

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hot sunshine on skin
more blue sky than days before
charred trees and wildflowers

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my neck craned upward
clouds hover at jagged peaks
mountain’s wispy breath

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lago grey sparkles
in the same sun that heats my face
and melts the glaciers

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laguna calma
nuevo tono de azul
vida distinta

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the long day concludes
with green brown shrubby hillside
and two tired feet

day six: paine grande a refugio los cuernos (14.5 km)

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el cielo respira
blanco y gris nubes
tierra morada y azul

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lone waterfall flows
directly from a glacier
to my sweaty soul

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thick grove of bare branches
charred black brown and grey
smooth and rough to touch

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static clouds hug cliffs
no hay movimiento
ni ruido

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sobrevivo por
mantequilla de maní
me deja andar

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sound of falling ice
comes from above mountain clouds
we sit and listen

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light and shadow dance
without motion or music
on calm turquoise lake

day seven: refugio los cuernos a hostería los torres (11 km)

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layer of thick cloud
envelops my cold body
with sweet blue drizzle

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moisture awakens
sweet and spicy fragrances
in the shrub woodland

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lluvia crea
el gran baile del mundo
junto el ciclo

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oigo caballos
corriendo, gritando
desde la carpa

day eight: hostería los torres a campamiento los torres (10 km)

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nos despertamos
a la mañana blanca
envueltos en calina

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sun shines brilliance
on wet glistening landscape
that feels like a dream

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wanderers of earth
mimicking river below
meander on dirt

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river is fed by
infinite waterfalls
that awaken me

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sun feels like a gift
from Patagonian sky
trickling through treetops

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mountain emerges
into bluest of blue sky
above the trekkers

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deep green is stirring
the forest glows different shades
that echo my moods

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torres del paine
el centro de los ciclos
muevan quietos

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surrounded by rock
geology enchants me
I am a cycle

day nine: campamiento torres a hostería los torres (10 km)

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bajo estrellas
subimos a los torres
para sentarnos

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el amanecer
llena mi cuerpo pequeño
con colores del sol

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backpack is ready
blisters on my worn out feete
down to the valley

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triumphant body
lies in grass under mountain
nine full days later

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