FIRST HOUR OF BIRTHDAY

I would drive at night, to a hill I will not name;
walk to top, slip off clothes, bare my natural frame.
Yes, to spend the first hour of a special birthday
overlooking countryside in the Adam way.
 
Going naturistic in a nature reserve
(don't confuse with game parks made for big beast preserve;
their animals would make human mincemeat of me
if disturbed or excited by my bare body!)

Neutral about 'shortcomings' or 'best' attributes,
I reconnect with our innocent Eden roots,
savouring what I feel through the bareness of skin,
no snake around to lead me to a sense of sin.
 
Treading lightly upon the summit's sun-baked earth,
thinking Psalm one-three-nine, how He knew me ere birth,
nothing between my skin and the mid-summer air,
I'd thank Father-Creator for bringing me there.
 
Like Him, in life the hill's had constant presence,
its shape like lion resting yet in vigilance.
I have lived in places wherefrom it can be seen,
in its closest village schooled when I became a teen.
 
All this is assuming that folk up to no good -
poachers, doggers, black magickers - don't catch me nudd,
or those on the law's side, thinking I'm "one of them",
apprehend me, thinking they've prevented mayhem!