Thursday, December 27, 2007

Home


Yesterday
she walked out the door of where she lives
and she walked past the limits
of Laramie
until she was way out
on the Plains
all alone.

There she lay
on a little rise
with her back to a sagebrush,
a big, flat rock,
and the wind.

she tuned by soul to the song
of the Snowy Range,

and she thought about…

Things:

Why is it that I need
a space like this to
keep me sane?

Why can’t I find my solace
with friends and company,
like they do?

Why do I always wind up

walking

someplace

alone?

God, how I wish a place
like this

with not a goddam soul in sight

was Home.

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