He wandered the highways, the biways, the skyways
Divining the essence of mindful existence
Existential persistence
Transcending our resistance, his insistence
To trample a path
To look, to see, to live
Deliberately
Had him hoeing and hewing,
A parcel by the pond
With all manner of beans and such
Provisions he’d need to live in the rough
His DIY cabin enough
For experimentation
In a waystation
Of transcendental fabrication
Much made of his solitary stays
At Walden
By Concordian folk
Galled by the notion
That his devotion
To promotion of a simple life
Something more than
Their daily strife
Was evidence of a lazy soul
Useless ruminations
Taking its toll
On their young Thoreau
But his time spent with
Muskrat and mink
To feel awake with a clear head
To think
Not of their rebuff
Rather that in Wildness is
The preservation of the world.
Well, that was enough.
1 comment:
pure epicness
Post a Comment