I am left to wonder about distant days
Before media would avert my eyes
Away from nature and its endless ways
Its tutelage still gifted within the cities lies

But how am I to know this land before deeds
Before the land was owned with water mills by the reeds
I am left to imagine the wilderness through a memory
A path within it paved by clemency

I would espy pigeons and pets related to the human condition
Learning what life is and isn't without permission
It isn't hitting the lottery or a neglected pothole
It is solidarity and solitude melded by the soul

However where would I know how
The wind sounds with many creatures
Through a people attuned to its features
I am left to wonder now