when my back aches there’s a pill to ease the pain when I start sneezing there’s a pill for allergies but when I’m trapped in urban loneliness when my soul cries out for wildness for freedom screams to be lost in Nature’s oneness back in the immensity of desert silence standing in awe on a mountaintop dancing with waves crashing on a wild beach then I need a wilderness pill a medicine that smells of campfires that tastes of Springtime meadow flowers that reverberates with coyotes howling at the rising moon but my heart knows this easy out can’t begin to feed the hunger it’s time to get out get away time to be on the loose again tio stib You might also enjoy: Sorely Needing Wilderness; Which Mountain to Climb
I could use one of those myself! Just to get things started, “on the loose again.” Nice poem.
I don’t have such a pill, probably a good thing as I’m forced to get out into Nature. I do have my wilderness memories though, and smelling bacon on the stove takes me back to campfires in Oregon’s Blue Mountains.
So often when traveling a lonely road through open countryside I’ve looked out the window and wished I could just stop and start walking. Toward a forest or a mountain range or simply open land. It’s a wild, but steady call.
Perhaps you’re ready to answer the call.
I totally get that. In time our memories can become our greatest source of nourishment !
Yes, and I’m blessed with many beautiful memories. My challenge is to push myself out the door to create even more magical moments. Thanks for reaching out.