High On A Wild Hill A Wild Child Grows

1.

High
on a wild hill,
there grows
a wildflower,

an Ode To Joy
bursting through
all
that is
silently green,

"Who are you to possess me so thoroughly?"

I ask the wild wind
that annoints me
with
this sudden ecstasy.

2.

I was a wild child once,
born into a wild universe
by a wild man and a wild woman
who showed me how they
lost their wildness.

Everywhere I went I saw things
wild...

willow trees, cyan skies and
the night moon spoke
to me of their wildness,

and in my tamed wildness, I nearly
died...

I am silent now,

a river runs through me.