I am searching for wildness,
proving it lives
among us
despite us.
Why?  Why do I walk slowly
in the woods, why
do I stop at the rhythmic beating
of a woodpecker, why
do I pause to take in the shape
of a leaf, or a paw print, or the
curve and drop of a stream?
Terry Tempest Williams wrote:
the degree of our awareness
is the degree of our aliveness.
I want to be alive.
If I am to live,
if my cells are to awaken
and if my breath is to expand
into my lungs
it will be because wildness
pulled me out of sleep,
splashed me with cold water,
and poured wind through
my hair, into my mouth,
deep into my body.
If I am to live
it will be because this world
also lives
tangled and pure, wildness running
through the veins.