Wilderness's friend, psychiatrist, wilderness guide and poet, Ian McCallum, has shared with us a poem he penned based on his experiences with us. Dr McCallum will also be reciting his poem for us live on our Facebook page on Tuesday 7 April at 17:00 SAST.
Wilderness by Ian McCallum
Have we forgotten
that wilderness is not a place,
but a pattern of soul
where every tree, every bird and beast
is a soul maker?
Have we forgotten
that wilderness is not a place
but a moving feast of stars,
footprints, scales and beginnings?
Since when
did we become afraid of the night
and that only the bright stars count?
or that our moon is not a moon
unless it is full?
By whose command
were the animals
Through groping fingers,
One for each hand,
Reduced to the big and little five?
Have we forgotten
That every creature is within us
carried by tides
of earthly blood
and that we named them?
Have we forgotten
that wilderness is not a place,
but a season
and that we are in its
final hour?