A touch of the wild resides with us all
Our soul-songs resonate with nature’s call
Instincts stirred by nameless scent trails drifting in the wind
Rise from ancient gray-green mind-mud
Nostrils flare and pulse quickens
The net of consciousness far cast into the wild landscape
Subconscious skills engage gathered sensory echoes
Body hairs bristle at imaginary beasties lounging in the undergrowth
The lack of modern life’s artificial structures
Unnerves the urban primate’s sensibilities
But after a few dozen heartbeats
Soothing grasses, and luscious leaves soften the scene
The vivifying tonic of fresh air
And cascades of pure light
Nourish the spirit
Soft fascinations instill the scene with wonder
Wrapped in the primal cloak of creation
Our higher brain submerges
With the first touch of the wild
We are home
C.E.Wheeler 
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