Wilderness

May i have your undivided wilderness? Please. Some place where ‘me’ might lose its self without forgetting what I am. I know it exists because you exist, & all those unnameable things that hide in silence between the heart beats of trees. If I were to offer a prayer or a stone it would not include matches or road maps - but some ancient chanting heard from afar when the mountains hold their breath, and romance runs free of camps & campfires. Here, I’m taking off my shoes, my clothes. I’m throwing away the book. There are some places you can only enter unarmed. Your undivided wilderness is one of them. Everyone needs a place to grow.