Wilderness

I travel back into the wild we once knew. I hear the leaves rustle in the wind. The greens sway in the ripples of the still water. The wild coos. I wonder why all the things in the nature of things sway towards the wind - they always sway back.

I stand on the black of rock and wonder where they've been. Not a cloud in the sky, not a voice to shout. I wonder what's beneath the calm. The scene so full, yet so empty, so much space to be filled.

I wonder what they coo about, the wild.