Disappearing "Out There"
It's out there. I know it is. Join me?
This is my dream.
I'm going where a man can live by his own sweat and wits.
The mailman will need a pack mule.
Not that I want so much mail, the opposite being true.
Walden Pond would be fine, but it's too close to Cambridge.
I want to be "out there."
Send a commercial jet over once in a while (just the contrail) to remind me of what I won't miss.
I want to fish, hunt, grow, and otherwise survive in beautiful, undisturbed isolation.
I'll learn to know the local birds and teach them to know a non-hostile man.
I'll enjoy the music of their songs, and the chirping of crickets by night telling me the nighttime temperature without a thermometer.
I'll gaze at the night sky, that myriad of stars free from city glare.
I'll lean into the wind and welcome the storm.
I'll cook, when I want to, eat off large leaves I can throw away, drink from the stream, bathe leisurely, read/write/compose when it's light, and sleep when it's not.
Only with someone who wants the same.
Copyright 2014 Demas W. Jasper All rights reserved.
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