a wildness

each morning
while the pale thickness of night
lays still upon the land
the voices of discord
rise and fall, the shrill
sounding of depths unplumbed
and unwelcome.
transient anxieties bloom and spread,
the hallmark epidemics
of an information age.

but perhaps in a passing
glance or a waking dream we fly
and there unfolds a tapestry of wildness,
a wide bucolic expanse
of echoing freedom,
vast and encompassing;
verdant meadows ringed
by shadowed peaks and heavens
wherein soar all manner
of cloud and wing.
into such we flee
    nascent longings
finding here
consummation
beneath celestial sphere
where God and man meet
twixt sage and sky.
to this we are bound
with fetters agreeable;
glorious chains
pining for our summation
beneath the afternoon sun.