Looking over my story so far, I have climbed a mountain that I couldn’t reach last winter; walked on water—the ice of Fremont Lake; slid through meadow and forest on Nordic skis, snowshoed over deep snow, and disobeyed the covid rules I learned in California. I have many flaws, but you can’t accuse me of maturing.
Let us suppose for the sake of a happy narrative that I am free to romp like the mind of God, creating here and there little stories from nothing. Whatever I think appears.
To go to the mountains helps me realize myself
they tell me quickly where I am weak
and where I am strong
they tell me how I feel that day
and how much I am changing
they teach me more than a university
WRANGLER CAFE
5:00am - it’s zero degrees outside
6:00am - I go outside, start the jeep
come back inside
6:10am - I’m driving north to Pinedale in the dark
6:30am - six pickups in front of the Wrangler Café
6:10am - I’m driving north to Pinedale in the dark
6:30am - six pickups in front of the Wrangler Café
big husky pickups.
5 cowboys and a cowgirl
sit at the big round table
they talk about horses
cattle and fences
I’m gonna sell out
then retire, one says
I bought one of them mustangs
twenty-five dollars, another retorts
best horse I ever had
Old barn siding on the inside walls
like we had in Tennessee
plaque on the wall, “A Cowboy is a Patriot”
they had a roundup of wild mustangs
700 of ‘em for sale at $25
you have to have the facilities.
one year to train the wild horse
and then you own it
Tiny bubbles in the ice
from rotting corpses
on the bottom
stop rising when they hit the ice
it thickens around them
older bubbles near the surface
recent bubbles deeper
unlike bubbles in the ice
recent footprints are near me
easy to remember
easy to redo
if only the old ones
were near enough to change
easy to redo
if only the old ones
were near enough to change
You are already a god(dess)
ReplyDeleteyou've walked on water
as if it were the sky's last chance
to crackle under your feet
you've climbed the impossible
mountain and in those long
conversations with yourself
on the road, I suspect you have
trekked terra incognita
in your bare feet
Lois, if you keep this up, I'll start jumping off ledges into ponds, and climbing up frozen waterfalls. I do appreciate your poetic descriptions.
DeleteBoth you and Lois are inspiring me. I actually have gotten back to walking & hiking lately which also have stirred the poetic juices. It is so lovely traveling vicariously with you, Sharon. Pam
ReplyDeletePam, I'm glad you are back into the wild. I think you too have trekked terra incognita
Deletein your bare feet.
Dear Sharon
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing and inspiring.
Such a strange time.
Forgetfulness
And inventiveses we strike
out on our own
I think we all decide on our own how to negotiate the rough trails...
Our independent thinking
Beyond rules
=
Different results!
Wonderful connections
And sharing
Thank you for
Riding the waves
With us
From afar!!!
I put your blog on our Pop up screen tonight.
More tomorrow 11 am our time
Hugs to the future
Ka
As we strike out on our own with independent thinking, we decide how to negotiate rough trails beyond rules. We get different results, sometimes with wonderful connections and sharing, completely unexpected. How could we have thought that what we meant was not what we thought, but something better.
DeleteWhy should you change your old footprints, dear one. They have brought you were you are, and it seems quite a magnificent place <3
ReplyDeletewere=where
ReplyDeletemy editor is still asleep, or perhaps is gone trekking :)
Maybe so, Toti, but I think what might have been. Not an uncommon think, and I hope you don’t think it.
DeleteThis old house in Tennessee where I loved to sit on the porch in the late afternoon til the fireflies came out at night. I suppose everyone sees themselves in your art, Toti.
DeleteIt's the mitts
ReplyDeleteon the dogs' paws
It's the mitts
on the dogs' paws
It's the mitts
on the dogs' paws