Waking Wild

Waking Wild

September 27, 2019
Dirt Road
Corona, New Mexico

Waking Wild

I woke wild
This morning
On some dirt road
Barely more
Than a two track
And such
That I sought
As I drove
Past the sunset
For the shield
Of darkness
To make my camp
Counting on
The camouflage
Of my bus
And the pureness
Of the darkened skies
To disguise
Any trespass
That might be
Though the residents
Of these backroads
Are most often
And too considerate
To even question
My presence

For all
Of these reasons
I was unafraid
To spend the night
In such remoteness
And solitude
And if I locked
My doors
It was simply
Out of caution
Because nobody
Knew where I was
And the odds
Of being harassed
Were all but
Non existent
I am likely safer here
Than I am
In my own home
Perched on the edge
Of a highway
As here
I am a half mile
From any road
And then one
Less traveled
Than any where
I live

I woke wild
This morning
Still parked
Where I slept
Sitting to write
So as to savor
The peacefulness
To listen
To the morning breeze
And watch the sun rise
To its fullest
By its soft rays
And soothed
By the solitude
I could live
The rest of my life
Just like this
Given but
Half the chance
To do so.

I woke wild and to such stillness that I lay still for a long time before I rose. I marveled at the contrast from the night before in Tijeras where the sounds of the highway and the barking dogs kept me awake for hours. I might have sought a more remote spot then also, was but was too afraid to do so. There are more people there, and less kind ones as well. I felt safer in a public place, the edge of a Forest Service pullout, but remained somewhat fearful also, though more of law enforcement than others. Sure, I could have got a room, but I wanted to have the freedom to choose, and next time will find a better spot, one such as this. I might have a longer drive, but it will be worth it.

Waking wild, on a dirt side road on the high plain of central New Mexico, golden with fall flowers, rolling hills as far as I can see, the blue shadows of the mountains in the distance. The wind starts to howl, such as it will, but even that is a comfort, and another harbinger of the wildness. This is a wilderness such as any other, and there are few people in any direction for as far as I can see. The land is forbidding, and when it is dry, unmerciful. It is dry. If it rained to the south of here, it forget to stop as it passed, leaving the grasses scorched and the cactus shriveled tight to their stalks. The grass never grew and even the broom weed is hunched close to the earth, and barely blooming. Still yet, it is beautiful, and the absence of humanity a comfort to my soul. It is so easy to forget all of ones responsibilities in such places, and allow the wonders of the earth to rule in their stead. Better to study the state of the earth than the union!

I am reminded again of my desire to retreat to the full wilderness. I could go for days, or even weeks if time allowed. It would be a while before I became even somewhat lonesome. Instead I would go wild, feral, and retreat into some more primitive state, with pleasure. I would go to sleep with the fall of the darkness, and wake on the edge of the dawn. I might lay still for a moment, to savor the stillness, but then rush to watch the sunrise. I would wander the hills in pure wonder, and be sure to make good notes. I would realign myself with myself and renew my spirit to its fullest, in the complete absence of distraction. I would remember all of the sage advice I have collected over the years, and promise never to forget it, again. I would find, as I have here in such a brief space in time, that everything I require for my own happiness has already availed itself to me. It is just that I must remove myself from the press of humanity to let it flow back in full measure. Here, as in any wilderness, I can shed my armor and allow the grace and wonder of life itself to surround me in it stead. I woke wild this morning……..

2 responses to “Waking Wild”

  1. Donna Catterick says :

    Makes me want to be out there! Maybe next week…

    • cathieeisen says :


      I will be in Santa Fe on Monday and traveling to Las Cruces Friday but will be here Tuesday thru Thursday. The weather is glorious!!! Maybe I will see you soon. Cathie

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