A world devoid
of human bustle

only sky and cloud
and sea live here

at the end of the world
my feet touch the sand

and wings lift me
in flight above the water

until I become the elements
the rain and wind

and surging waves
are within me

alive and beyond reason
a creature of instinct

intuition and emotion
coming to the fore

removing centuries
of rationalization

stripping me
to my animal core

a wild thing
alive in the raw air

roaming freely
drunk on solitude ~ Caroline A. Slee