For a while,
the condensation has sat like cotton
Above the mountain peaks.
I watch the landscape roll by
As we drive into the root of the Rockies.
They are rigid and mysterious mountains —
Teeming with life.
Unpredictable and dangerous.
I watch the concrete path as I ride,
it summons to guide me through the giants
From mighty cliffs to peaceful prairies
It summons to lead me into the heart
of the dirt, the rivers, and stones.
I trust the man made highway on each steep bend
as it courses like a river
through the mountains.
Little in my life can I say,
that I have a love for humanity.
But as my path pulsed on,
With the darkness drawing in the dusk
like a syringe,
Suddenly a light in the distance,
seemed friendly to me.