The Wild Man

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A journey of man

Submitted: April 24, 2014

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Through the thickness,

I follow the wild man.

His timeless age dissolves my sickness,

He shows how to stand.

 

Rivers flow strong in the wild,

I rush to nourish a drink...

Pulling back safely the child!

Pointing toward clean water he drinks.

 

He eats little at the mountain base,

For there's food along the way he says.

A stolen flame of the gods is his grace,

And yet they still bless all his ways.

 

Up the mountains we climb,

To the heart of where all things meet.

How long is the journey this time?

In full sunlight, he just smiles at me.

 

At mountain tops,

What can we see that we can't in a valley?

He patiently points to birds,

And we walk to the next valley.

 

The fog is much lighter over the mountains;

Where the wild man says the true name of each plant, animal and star.

I now see them all as companions,

Living with all as they are.

 

He looks to a stream as if remembering,

And walks into the water of light.

Yet as if to the sun ascending,

I feel his spirit of flight.

 

...A young one is near the river!

Pulling him clear with no time to think.

Standing there, as if for ever,

I point toward clean water and drink.

 

His young eyes are like giant drops of dew

Looking forward in wonder.

Seeing something in him familiar;

And willingly he joins, the journey of what I found to be true.

 

We walk through the thickness,

I remember the wild man...


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