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09/12/08
Hiking in the Wilds
Once again, In just two and a half summer months, The three of us descend into the umbrageous depths Of Turkey Run State Park, To suspend time, submit our spirits to nature's whims.
We're addicted to this vigorous activity. Hiking through these scoured-out sandstone canyons, Navigating the sedimentary layers of the streambed Meandering through the base of these moss-mottled cliffs, Reminds us, palpably, that we're alive
And that our senses have blended, to keep us balanced. We feel the immense energy being expended By every muscle, ligament, and tendon; Our heaving lungs, racing hearts, pulsating arteries Attest to the vibrancy of our flesh, bones, our essence.
We need this connection with nature, Even more than we know or can possibly guess, To ward off the effects of sedentariness, The inertia that lures us into complacency, Persuades us that civilization separates us from cave dwellers,
Entitles us to pursue, in isolation, That urge to insulate ourselves from ourselves, And lulls us into forgetting the primal creature Skulking in the scoured-out canyons of our memories, Longing to be free, again, to prowl the wilds of our animality.
09/12/08
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