Tuesday, August 18, 2009

The Call of the Wild (revised)

This is polished up a bit from the earlier draft. I'll be reading this and a few others at poetrySPARK in the humor program on September 19 in Raleigh.

The Call of the Wild
For Mark Sanford, Governor of South Carolina

It is springtime and a young man’s fancy
is seized by the call of nature, the call of the wild,
a force beyond his control,
a force he pretty much thinks about all the time,
that in springtime shuts down all other thought,
the urgent need that can be slaked by one thing only,
by hiking the Appalachian Trail.
No time for notice to family and friends,
for itineraries left with the secretary,
for out of office notifications on the email.
Apologies to anyone trying to reach me,
but I am hiking the Appalachian Trail.
It’s as old as man,
snaking through plump mountains
and lush curves for two thousand miles.
Even a young man lacks
the stamina to do it all at once,
would have a hard time getting up
the steepest hills time after time after time,
would surely get blisters,
so I will periodically leave on short notice
to grab a piece here or there.
I beseech your understanding
when a whiff of floral cologne
drives me to thoughts of bushes
of rhododendron in bloom,
to desperate day-long hikes that climax al fresco
on moonlit mountaintop meadows,
camping in the wild, days and days and days at a time,
hiking the Appalachian Trail.


1 comment:

jim said...

I love this one. I was literally LOL. I was not quite RAOFLMAO, but by standard exaggerations of text type, I really should say I was.