The Sound of the Wild

I hear that voice which belongs to no one except the hidden world

Photo: © David Whyte

The Sound of the Wild

Finally,
at the first firm
shadow
of evening
and
after many hours
falling toward
the body’s
ebb and flow
of quiet revelation,

I hear that
voice
which belongs
to no one
except
the hidden
world
from which it flows
like a river,
filling the deep branches
of my body
with the wish to
slip beneath its quiet water
and …