Tuesday, August 30, 2016
Idaho occluded
Even if as today the way north
Is impeded leaving me fretting
Over a broken dryer and choked
Stove; even if the horizon has
Dwindled, sliding me backward and
Sapping my will; and even if Pound
Once left Idaho with more force
Than I have used getting there;
It will be hot again today,
Jessica will be five months
Old and the heat will discourage
Idlers from living on the river,
Cause rabbits to hide and coyotes
To walk about on spindly legs.
Mbah Gotho is living at one
Hundred and forty five while I’ve
Been seeking a better place to die.
When asked his explanation, he
Said “patience.” I’ve trouble
Sitting still for the briefest while
And sleep is often beyond me.
So what if one day the
Sky should break its reticence
And rain? Would all these
Intentions be washed away,
The mountain lake dreams,
The moose and elk, the brown
Bear and inquisitive wolf?
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