The Wild

It’s wild out there,
and dangerous,
a wilderness full of peril:
the deep and dark woods,
the jagged lofty mountains,
the sweeping desert wastes,
and open, endless plains;

it’s wild out there,
among soaring glass spires
standing over a web
of asphalt and concrete and light;

it’s wild out there,
in those places were shadows loom,
and creatures both man and beast,
flesh and bone, known and unknown
lurk in search of flesh and soul for their feast;

it’s wild out there–

but never so wild
as the heart full
of an urge to go to do to be,
to wander under stars
on paths as yet untread;

it’s wild out there…

…but it’s wilder in me.