Wilderness

The wilderness
calls to me
the ancient
spaces
I have never
 seen

The ones I
have encountered
by accident
in the beginning,
later, by design

The smell of
burnt bush on
the desert floor

The sight of
the tundra
in spring

A moving field
of tinted grass
the colour of
gold nuggets

And I ask myself
a question
about you and I
and our
ever present
fascination
with one another

Drawn to the
wilderness
of our differences
dry as a desert,
fragrant as
arctic tundra

Opposites
yearning to be
unopposed



"ellecee"