No, not girls-gone-wild kind of wild--
violets and ospreys and blue herons kind of wild,
reeds and new-spring-green-just-beneath-the-water wild,
rivers and swamps and spooky trees
set against a haze of green,
tiny new growth up close,
blossoms that take your very breath,
and a patient turtle who lets a muskrat use him
as a picnic bench.
where the fairies live (yes, they really do),
or sit by the marsh,
breathe deep, and just wait
for the next great blue heron to take wing--
that's my kind of wild.
Happy Earth Day!