Run to the Wild Places

Whenever I am lost to myself

I run to the wild places

Seeking my true self

In the deep green forest of New England,

I am the Wood Thrush’s song,

In the Colorado Rockies

My spirit soars with eagles,

In the dry desert canyons of Arizona,

I run with the coyotes,

Along the ocean’s shore

I cut through the air like a shearwater,

Or play in the surf like a sanderling,

I am an antelope on the prairie,

A wild horse running on the plains,

I am a wild thing, and I need these wild places,

For they are all me,

And they make me feel alive.

~Kathie Adams Brown (February 7, 2013)