Wild places live few and far between.
You, no doubt, traveling on iron wheels and wings
can find one tomorrow before the sun touches the trees.
Curse it’s ease.
Search the dark spaces for glowing eyes.
Wash your forehead in icy falls and streams.
Get lost in stars not yet silenced by your home street,
And let the trees grow wild.
Let the waters run cool and clean.
Admire the beast that live in wild places,
For beast we too can be.
If I had done an entry for the Outdoor Blogger Network’s Trout Unlimited summer essay contest for a trip to Tongass National Forest, it would have gone something like that.