The wild is open to you.
Go and discover it. Drink sunlight.
Leave traces of yourself in the dirt and water and wood.
Take it with you-- under your fingernails, on your skin, in your pockets and lungs.
Cherish its infinite beauty; pulsing and breathing and alive.
(NOTE: This was inspired by all the beautiful video and photos being submitted, I thought it might work for a VO for a National Parks video, or just words to go along with some of the images.)
Their bodies are in the earth now, one hundred five of them. Faces young and smooth and empty, relinquished to the beneath-things. The beetles and worms. The roots of grass.
Now I will tell you a terrible tale
blood-curling, honest and true
about an evil ancient beast,
named the Peekaboo.
It stands tall, back hunched and naked
resting its’ chest-to-chin,
we are each made up of rooms;
wallpapered and window-lit,
with dusty dark places
and secret crawl-spaces,
and so many beautiful libraries.
into me, oceans
i am alive
and with you,
in my arms
a delicate star.
and this is why the sky never ends,
and valentines flowers last only a week
before rotting and why we step in puddles
with new shoes on
and why the only memories we remember
there is a longing
to discover you,
each secret and scar;
to explore infinity.