Wild

As many others do, I love being in nature. I adore it and relish the moments when I can sit and be within it. It's lamentable how living in a city can displace us from nature so profoundly, to the point where a tree or a flower can seem out of place. We must seek it out, protect it, and remember that we are no different from the beetles, squirrels, wolves, and rock-leaf-river... we are bound together.

(Zion National Park, Utah- P.Desai, 2009)

~ A Wild Thing~

What is it about the wild that draws us in-
like a magnet? So consistently.
Have we never seen a honeysuckle or a field
of clover?
Have we never felt the sweet sting of tall
weeds or the laughter of rain?
Have we never smelled lavender when it was
still a bush in the ground?
Or shuddered a thrilling shiver at a
coyote's howl?
Maybe... maybe not... but this I know:
When we come in contact with the wild,
We remember.
We remember the wild, free side of ourselves.
The innocent. The untouched.
The pure, primeval stuff of which we are
made and which binds us to the world.
Take down your seedy walls for a moment
and see...
We are made of earth, death, and ambrosic fruit.
We popped up out of nowhere, from nothing.
Sweet like bee's honey. Thorny as safflowers.
Rich as cochineal blood. And resilient.
We are nothing but wild.
~ P.Desai (2010)