ALTOS de CHAVON . Light crested as the leaves moved from green to green, like breathing. . From the roof:jungle, cane and sea moved from the rhythms of wind sickle and tide--various bodies. . None more naked than the pink, transparent lizards whose entire workings- gut, muscle and vein- were visible to the naked eye as they climbed the walls visible through them. . Evenings, music and the hard- working moon-so many chinks and spaces through which to make patterns. . Bodies moved together in patterns toward nakedness. . Beneath us the cats brawled, fucked, and cried like babies, cried so high and deep the music couldn't drown them out. . Now and then, a mango fell with a thud or a giant moth made shapes against the flames. . The elements were welcome. Not one thing did not hunger to be changed. the heat ran like a river between us all.