POEM by IAN McCALLUM | IMAGES by KERRY DE BRUYN @ WALKERS CAMP, TIMBAVATI
Wilderness
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?
Wilderness is from Ian McCallum’s book Wild Gifts
Ian McCallum is a medical doctor, analytical psychologist and psychiatrist. He is a specialist wilderness guide, an author and poet as well as a director of the Wilderness Foundation. Ian is also a former rugby Springbok and vice captain (1970-74).
