This free form poem is my response to Sidey’s Weekend Theme.
We no longer wander through the wilderness
because we don’t know how.
We have no worlds left to explore
except those within ourselves.
We’ve tamed the chaos of the natural world
clipping and conquering anything we dislike
killing more than we let live.
We’ve lost the majesty of the polar bear
and the mysteries hidden in the depths
all in the name of progress . . .
all in the name of us.
We’ve lost our fearless forays into uncharted territories
choosing instead to stay in safety
of paved roads and well-worn paths.
We’ve lost the quiet kindness
of helping weary travelers along the road
his horse’s head drooping in the glory of exhaustion
her feet hurting from walking miles through meandering terrain.
We don’t offer them a drink, or a place to sleep in the hay.
We lock ourselves in moving coffins of plastic and steel
speeding on black-tarred terrains without ever allowing our feet
to touch the earth.
We sit in front of screens of silence
losing ourselves to imagined worlds
rather than watching pictures in the clouds
or listening to the wisdom of animals.
We lose our wildness daily
except for the innate desire to conquer, to control
and to ultimately defeat enemies . . .
Enemies we create out of our own desire
for more, for power, for perfection.
We perfect perfection to the point of
And in the end, we will lose it all
as the weeds grow over our fallen creations
and the wonder of the wilderness returns.
“Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet”