“Sleep not when others Speak, Sit not when others stand, Speak not when you Should hold your Peace, walk not on when others Stop.” G. Washington
It begins with a whisper of wildness.
- A hint of the exotic.
A fox nuzzles an Irish setter, then
- a fire panda cuddles the fox.
It is as if they are almost tame.
- At least we can pretend so.
Gradually, things become more strange,
- more clearly flaky, or
fragmented. Frogs rewrite the Kama Sutra,
- tucking their legs firmly together.
Bears gather together like wolves.
- An ape is driving a hot rod,
but hasn’t figured out how to park yet.
- It’s rather attractive, flashy,
don’t you think? But still somehow unsettling.
- The deer are feeling frustrated;
they don’t want to tell you how badly they failed,
- how the first coney they came across
frightened them, and they fled, in full force.
- You’ll never find out from them —
it’s the gulls that carry that tall tale
- whittled into a vanishing focus,
and it’s the grasshoppers that whisper, “Fraud, flawed;
- flawed, fraud” over and over again
until a few final faithless fish make it clear
- that facts are fanciful, ‘fixed,’
like fixing a dog makes it somehow something
- not entirely animal.
Follow the fight, but give up on your bets.
- This is a human-only club,
and they’d never let the likes of us win,
- no matter how useful we might be.
When the wild things run, run with them,
- if they will let you.