Poetry: Touch of The Wild

A touch of the wild resides with us all

Our soul-songs resonate with nature’s call

Instincts stirred by nameless scent trails drifting in the wind

Rise from ancient gray-green mind-mud

Nostrils flare and pulse quickens

The net of consciousness far cast into the wild landscape

Subconscious skills engage gathered sensory echoes

Body hairs bristle at imaginary beasties lounging in the undergrowth

The lack of modern life’s artificial structures

Unnerves the urban primate’s sensibilities

But after a few dozen heartbeats

Soothing grasses, and luscious leaves soften the scene

The vivifying tonic of fresh air

And cascades of pure light

Nourish the spirit

Soft fascinations instill the scene with wonder

Wrapped in the primal cloak of creation

Our higher brain submerges

With the first touch of the wild

We are home

Published by cewheeler

Writer/Artist:12 years in China – univ. lecturer: writing,poetry,culture; editor – magazine/newspaper & actor. 40 years students of the Tao. Traveler. Father. Read my books at: amazon.com/author/wheelerce

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