A Sierra Weekend
struck me as quite amazing
almost made me stop and think
took that moment between two breaths
to come back to good common sense
………
under strict orders they toiled thru the days
driven on by critical deadlines
lives anxious with meaning, lay awake at night
moving holes from one spot to another
………
lovely turnout with short trail to the overlook
stepping free of the vehicular cocoon
attaining the uplifting vista point without a real effort
satori moment digitally marked and the soft drink can
………
in battered cars they roam in old and dirty clothes
living off the fruitful grace of the land
shitting where they sleep and moving on again
ugly, old and noisy children, left out on their own
………
full of piss and vinegar they come
loudly announcing a strong and musky presence
breaking branches and dropping rocks
young men stride the forest like your average mall
………
stream that cut rock a million years
spoke to me for just one moment
telling me the entire story
and I could merely sigh in wonder
………
Far away even before they leave
Recreation quickly once more forgotten
Blur of packing and fast driving
On an almost Monday, once again
………
We moved between sunlight and shadow
the river changing sides
While another afternoon gave way
As
that autumn passed on by
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