Communication 37

I, the wilderness

So I have become the wilderness,

decaying yet still abundant

I will seed the next of me

and spread as far as the eye can see

I have spent centuries lost upon the five dales,

you will feel me with you at Monsal Head and the rocky tors

rigorously formed through years of weathering,

I’m still a sight to see just before dawn

or when you are standing face to the wind,

so I have become the wilderness

yours and everyone alone

I find it hard to miss you

knowing one day you too will rest with me

among the dark peaks and limestone.