From a clutter of coastal hills
Through the arid expanse of the Mojave
The land rose upward,
And not far beyond the pink cliffs of the Virgin,
I saw fresh snow on the Tushars
And knew I was home.

The ease of the ocean behind me,
I must brace myself to live the life
Of the stony heart of the continent:
Ungroomed, honest, and raw.

06/14/2009

Author's Note: Traveling from Cherry Valley to Utah, June 13th & 14th 2009.

Posted on 06/15/2009
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