The Peace of Wild Things
Alone and left to contemplate,
had I a pair of wings,
I’d fly away and search the world
for the peace of wild things.
To live among the animals
and sense their lack of guile
existing in the here and now,
each moment spent worthwhile.
And free of life’s addictions,
material wealth and greed—
possessing very little,
according to the need.
But should I ever so depart
it’s uncertain I’d return,
for then I'd have a lifetime’s worth
of so much to unlearn.
Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2014
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