A desolation ~ Allen Ginsberg

Now mind is clear

as a cloudless sky.

Time then to make

a home in wilderness.

What have I done

but wander with my eyes

in the trees?

So I will build:

wife, family, and 

seek for neighbors.

Or I

perish of lonesomeness

or want of food

or lightning or the bear

(must tame the heart

and wear the bear).

And maybe make an image

of my wandering,

a little image—shrine

by the roadside

to signify to traveler

that I live here

in the wilderness

awake and at home.