Into the wild.
Out of the obvious.
There isn’t a soul for miles,
just the two of us.
In the forest
the trees protect
and the foliage conceals.
In the shadows therein
it can be hard to see
what is real.
Hawks scream,
and owls call.
Beasts of fur,
and yellow eyes.
Always being watched
by something,
being stalked,
or running
blindly terrified.
The wild can hide you and I.
It can consume all that’s civilized.
Take us to the moment we will die,
and then show us we’re going to survive.
We need some space.
Somewhere far away
from left and right.
Downstream there’s a cave
full of toxic people
and wasted lives.
We’re headed upstream,
deep into the wild.
It’s not going to be easy.
Out here on the edge,
we’re either living,
or we’re here to die.
I’m afraid,
and I can see
the look in your eyes,
but we’ll make it through
the night.
We’ll hear things
we’ve never heard.
See things
we’ve never dreamed.
Out here in the wild,
it’s dangerous,
but beautiful,
you’ll see.
We don’t have to
trade away our dreams.
Out here in the wild,
our dreams are listening.
HG – 2021
