by Rob Littler
Twenty minutes to wilderness
You can’t imagine—to idleness
Begging you to become one with the wild—
Lulling you to sit and stay a while,
Add your bones to the pile.
It’s easy to do, abandon your car
At the edge of any parking lot
And sit in the surrounding looking
For food. Watch the sun
Set, make plans for shelter, warmth, food, WATER—
Life has come to this. Finally. Just
Pretend. Do it for an hour, until
It passes—until the feeling of being trapped
By life dissipates and you could
Just as easily be without
All that good shit to complain about.
Then make a decision to go to church every second,
With what is there around you—decide
To feel it, turn it on. Be aware.
And watch out for and be loaded for bear.
Author's Note: http://landerwyoming.org/
Posted on 11/17/2014
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