Wild is the way
Wild is the minute and clear is the sky
A world of smell and sight and sound
The portals of discovery all around,
We enter this world, this newfoundland:
The sheer vividness of colour,
The all round visibility of sound,
Flesh and blood, all the half-created
Epiphanies of cloud and sky and sun,
Enter the mind and fly from the eye -
Into the kippering sky, clouds come rushing by.
Grasp these perceptions, cling to the day,
Instress this texture, and wild is the way.