Older than Words
No matter where I go in the world, I seek wild places. If I cannot find wilderness, then a place where there are more plants than people will do. Wandering through the National Botanic Gardens in Dublin one icy, grey January day, I imagine how this expanse looked when the Vikings invaded Ireland in the 8th century: “wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern” (Gerard Manley Hopkins, “Inversnaid”). Wild oaks clawed at the stars. Brambles raked the backs of unwary beasts. And then came humans:
Long ago the heath
was tamed into a garden
dotted with duck ponds.
Still, there are whiffs of wildness in this place: the raven, bragging of its exploits; the lugubrious willow, mourning the loss of its summer finery; even the eastern breeze trying to be polite as it rustles the reeds. By a language older than words, my soul is restored.
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Posted on January 23, 2013, in Carpe Diem, Dublin, Ein Stück Himmel, haibun, Himmelsk, Ireland, National Botanic Gardens, Sensational Haiku Wednesday, Three Word Wednesday. Bookmark the permalink. 26 Comments.