Common Ground

In the depths of the Amazon

Where things become difficult

Then expected

At the edge of insanity

I take

A leap into the darkest path

Of frustration

I cut down a vine

And swing around

Desperately

Trying to get out

I find a guide

Someone to talk to

Someone smart

Someone to help me

That’s it

A tutor

Standing in front of me

We get to a phone

We call

Rescue comes

I’m free

And out of the jungle