Everything comes from the wild
the brick and beams that protect us from weather
rubber tires that carry us to work
lapis lazuli in the blue sky of the Sistine Chapel
wool of hats and mittens
From long dead leaves comes
just about everything in the bathroom
including the toilet seat and shower curtain
fancy running shoes and raincoats
and sunglasses and outdoor gear for hiking the wild
“Nature is not, of course, always benign and beautiful. It can be frightening and terrifying also.
Not too many generations ago, raw nature and wilderness tended to inspire fear and dread in “civilized” people.
They represented Otherness and the Unknown. That which is “wild” is also “bewildering”.
Today, wilderness is usually considered to be something good and in need of preservation.
The beauty and awesomeness of it dominate our attention.
We are attracted by wilderness, the Otherness of it, the sense it is something inevitably outside of us.
Always beyond us, it is what is ultimately real.
We cannot adequately appreciate this aspect of nature if we approach it with any taint of human pretense.
It will elude us if we allow artifacts like clothing to intervene between ourselves and this Other.
To apprehend it, we cannot be naked enough.
In Wildness is the preservation of the world.”
From Walking by Henry David Thoreau, 1851
Without fur or feather born into reality
killing, cutting, digging,
busily constructing shelters,
covering our nakedness with the dead
trading in rare stone
We eat and grow
gathering seed to plant
in rows upon rows
praying for rain
to whomever dropped us into this paradise
Beauty is wild and yet we find inspiration
in her greens and blues, and speckled sky,
hooting owls, flowing streams, thunder,
summer wind, orange and red leaves
blowing over gold fields dying into winter
We bit the apple
hanging heavily in her prime
flush with beauteous red
and now we die not in nakedness
but clothed in wilderness
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