I want to find myself lost again
once more, dear friends
lost in that marvelous wilderness.
Once in a time long ago,
way back when
I would consistently walk through it,
this untamed, wilderness.
Every step into it,
I could feel the pulsing underfoot:
the heartbeat of mother earth.
I would be caressed by the warm
arms of her air.
Or I could close my eyes
seeing with my nose, the flowers
that made up her hair.
But it would always seem to rain
as soon as it got,
just a bit too hot.
Almost as if the wilderness was
telling my heart,
I miss that beguiling cadence
That metronome of God.
It's frightening to think
that all of this might be forever lost.
I thought I found myself so many times,
that I don't know if I can ever again,
find myself lost,
in that marvelous wilderness.