24 July 2018

Hiding Wilderness

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Amazon Rain Forest (photo by Brazilian things)



One acre of the woods I never set foot in,
holding the wilderness so sacred I surmised
that curiosity would remove its magic—
that wildness once seen is wild no more forever.

You nod. “Yes, animals need the space.” But no, it
was for wild, for wildness itself, not for animals
that I preserved it.  Oh, certainly animals
could use it and love it— but not the human ones.

Look at the wearing down of public places, and
consider whether we must see them to believe?
You say "If no one sees trees stand tall in forests,
the trees do not exist."  I say the opposite:

Wilderness exists when it’s unseen—undisturbed—
I dare only peek. Once shared and tale told,
then more look, and slowly wilderness seeps away,
wildness slowly leaves and takes its secrets with it.

"What good is it?" you laugh, "If we can't use it?"
We know it's there, that's enough. Like money in the bank.
Like heaven, or like God.  Perhaps like our souls,
belief matters.  Allow wilderness to exist.

You pause, but then assert, "It shouldn't matter, then,
whether it is real or not.  Belief is enough."  
Ah, what will convince you?  Wilderness will not be
imitated or reproduced.  Hold it sacred.




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© 2018 Susan L. Chast

16 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

You know how much I agree with this, my friend........wilderness untouched - not many places left where that is true..........I love "Hold it sacred." For it is, more than many humans seem to understand.

pc said...

Good thoughts.

Therisa's World said...

Wilderness is, a state of mind that can never be recovered, once humanity has touched it, in any way. Something, Western society has lost in our march of progress.

Gillena Cox said...

Your sacred wilderness is a beautiful hope, Susan

much love...

annell4 said...

Yes!! A good write.

Anonymous said...

holding the wilderness so sacred I surmised
that curiosity would remove its magic—

how true - and how interesting to pose the question and NOT give in to the temptation - and I really love the following line - the idea that even wilderness is affected/changed for itself, of itself, even by being witnessed .... what a truly interesting perspective.

Perhaps like our souls,
belief matters.

I really like the ensuing conversation, the "gentle" argument, and how the two sides contradict - but when I came to this aspect, the part about wilderness being like our souls .... wow - that really just stopped me dead in my tracks, because it really, oh, how can I suggest this - it made sense, and not from a "tired and true to the ears" repetitive idea - but simply as something spoken from a very "honourable" conviction. Quietly spoken. And yet undebatable.

interesting poem Susan

Old Egg said...

Wilderness is where nature exists without the need of humans, we can enter it but we must respect it but not interfere with it or take anything away from it as it shows us how the world can be without us. We just need a few million more humans like ourselves to shake some sense into the rest of the world's population.

kaykuala said...

Ah, what will convince you? Wilderness will not be
imitated or reproduced. Hold it sacred.

Yes, and it keeps slipping out of our fingers. It is there but not there unless one searches for it as poets do! Very thoughtful write Susan!


Hank

Thotpurge said...

That's a beautiful thought.. enough to know it is there..and the God analogy works..totally!

Kim M. Russell said...

You are so right, Susan. We must hold the wilderness sacred and not destroy the magic; we need it. An acre of wilderness is an acre of wilderness, full of magic and respect for wild. The use of direct address is effective in this poem. Let's hope other people get the message. I also love the personification in:
'then more look, and slowly wilderness seeps away,
wildness slowly leaves and takes its secrets with it'.

Sumana Roy said...

"What good is it?" you laugh, "If we can't use it?" This is the attitude of the world and for this, this ruin. Your poem reminds me of G.M. Hopkins' poem Inversnaid: "What would the world be, once bereft / Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left, / O let them be left, wildness and wet; / Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet."

Frank J. Tassone said...

A beautiful write about the importance of wilderness for its own sake!

Panchali said...

"Wilderness exists when it’s unseen—undisturbed—"-- unfortunately not many places are left untouched by us! I wish I get one!
Sigh....
Beautiful poem with a great message, Susan.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Human beings seem to have perfected the art of using things--not only wilderness, but each other.

Amber said...

This is such a lovely sentiment, I love the whole idea of it

Wilderness is indeed sacred

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purplepeninportland.com said...

'Hold it sacred' - really sends this message home. So few places of beauty remain undisturbed. Beautiful writing, Susan.