THE WILD.

The wild is calling

me out again.

Nothing has been

a stronger north star

than my periodic predilection

for the unknown.

Curious as a cougar,

I simply have to walk into the canyon

after a buildup

of the mundane predictable.

And it’s where I’d spend

all my time in another life.

Give me a pack,

proven shoes, and no map

so that, in sacred space and time,

I can go walk off my anger

at society and what it accepts

as reasonable every common day.

Into the wild, where nature

sets what is reasonable

and my reasoning can recover

and breathe life again,

away from the madness

of the crowd and their groupthink

that excuses poverty

with economic theory and tricky laws,

ruins both land and dignity

through governing bodies,

and marches militaries to and fro,

giving stupid men

something to do,

and contrived reasons to feel brave,

when all they ever needed

was the wild.

People say nature is cruel,

nature says people are misguided,

ancient wisdom says

live in accordance with nature.