Sufjan Stevens comes on and

droplets of sound become turning signals

and 

people crossing streets

and

wing beats of pigeons

and 

the day moving on its tiptoes through the city streets

I feel the sound of sun rays

playing through windows on my face

out of Egypt, into the great laugh of mankind,

and I shake the dirt from my sandals as I run

the title says as though I’m in the wilderness

I have a show coming up in January, so the next posts will be based on the theme of the show(my poetry with illustrations).  Looking forward to your feedback. 🙂