In Real WildernessFiction & Poetry, Poetry — By M. Morford on July 14, 2012 at 5:49 am
In real wilderness
One learns very quickly
That every force or creature of nature
Is fully what it is.
There is no question of ‘mastering nature’
No possibility of human dominance.
When nature faces you down
With its fullness,
There is survival,
Skill has save many,
But sheer luck has saved many more.
Stupidity or clumsiness have claimed many –
But arrogance has cost far more lives.
But brute force
Of winds, waves or temperature
I love the wilderness
Because beyond all the human noise
There is a stillness and simplicity;
It is what it is
And I am what I am.