Michael Terry Hurst

I should like to disappear into the very depths of the

wilderness and be alone. I should like to go to where

the silence is a profound noise and a human footprint

is only the dust blowing in the wind behind me

I should like to go to where the only voice is my own.

A voice which echoes quickly into the breeze and is gone

There I should like to pray, to wrestle with my spirit

I should like to look, perhaps to see something of eternity

in the distance to the horizon. There in the heart

of the rocks with bred me. I should like to regain

something of that little boy who had such greater

potential for creating something good than the

fellow which i have come to be does.

I should like to go home. Mike 1968