I was reborn on the backs of mountains,
in the intimacy of fog and brush,
blood thickened in the altitude,
caused my mind to wonder and wander,
until the ghost of my soul emerged
out of the distant tree line,
a silhouetted body, in human form,
with the head of a wolf, raised,
toward the sun-stroked sky.

Off the path etched by years,
across a dark terrain unknown,
amidst broken stone and decaying grass,
we converged upon one another,
two halves blended whole.

I wilderness, wilderness I.
The beauty without,
became the beauty within.

I had retreated to mountains
exhausted by the world’s march,
and within Wild’s embrace
my natural stride returned.