Wilderness

Wilderness

     I feel like a sloth…a brain programmed to sleep…always having dreamless naps…unable to hear a lark’s song in the early morn…lacking the machinery to move quickly…I keep this feeling because it was given to me by the “Gods” and I keep what is from the “Gods”.

      I feel like a pig…who is as unsporty as a dead log…lazier than Zeus…a mind which is careless and is unaware of the activity around it…I got this too from the “Gods” and the “Gods” won’t let it go.

      I feel like a parrot...I know I came from a distant and vast rainforest…I gossip and chat with all the other birds…I’m a master at the art of annoyingness; being able to reduce a human into an angry, barbaric being…I soar high and low.

      I feel like Cerbereus…jaws open for swallowing prey whole…3 heads which dislike the call for awakening…a body which fights back quick…I was here before land was made…before Heaven and the Underworld…before the “Gods” walked this world.

      I feel like a deer…who loves the nature as much as Persephone…who is as easy to distract as a snap-to-movement camera…a mind set to react quickly…who prances around the meadows of my ambition…who drinks from the river of my dreams…And I got this too from the “Gods”.

      I got a menagerie, I got a collection of animals, inside my close-to-bursting mind, under my chalk-white skull, under my eternally pumping heart – and I got something else: it is the natural instincts of a beast, the natural instincts of a pet: it came from Heaven and it is going to Heaven – for I am the collector of the collection: I say yes and no: I speak and destroy and work: I am a companion of the world: I came from the “Gods”.

Written by Milton (11 years old)