Poet Diane Ackerman

The great affair, 

the love affair with life, 

is to live as variously as possible, 

to groom one's curiosity 

like a high-spirited thoroughbred, 

climb aboard, and gallop over the thick, 

sun-struck hills every day.

Where there is no risk, 

the emotional terrain is flat and unyielding, 

and, despite all its dimensions, 

valleys, pinnacles, and detours, 

life will seem to have none 

of its magnificent geography, 

only a length.

It began in mystery, 

and it will end in mystery, 

but what a savage and beautiful country

 lies in between.

~ Diane Ackerman ~

("found poetry" from A Natural History of the Senses)