I Belong in the Wilderness

I belong in the wilderness
where the water flows,
silken sounding
with a crisp cold taste.
I belong in the wilderness,
where the abundance overwhelms.
I belong with the savages
needing only appreciation
for them and the wilderness.
I need their skills to support mine,
and a musician to saturate the air
and draw out the palpable texture
of our love.
I belong in the wilderness,
where our food yields itself to our greater presence.
But only after knowing we've cared for them
will they willfully succumb to our hunger.
I belong in the wilderness,
where the whites of our eyes
resemble the distinct contrast
of flower petals in our garden.
And from the wilderness we grow,
always returning in the end.

 

Jordan R Shaver 5/3/2013