After Contemplating An Essay On Wilderness
Sometimes wildness must
Appear from an unknown
Cave as a whisper
From the Friend, a soft flutter
Of butterfly wings, a quickening impulse
To do good or harm, even
This minuscule spider
Skittering across pages
Of your journal—that touchstone
Of untamed truths—the creature
Surprising you in its sudden
Emergence as you open the book,
Prompting you
To abandon the bowl brimming
With blue-berried granola,
Standing up now
You ferry this oscillating speck
Of wildness outside
To a patient pot of crimson
Geraniums shimmering
Like rubies
In morning’s given light.
