Vision Quest

On a solo road trip the past few weeks, this poem came to me while driving the primal landscapes of central Wyoming. I was on my way from Loveland, Colorado, where I had been visiting my daughter Kristin and new granddaughter Neve, headed toward a reunion with a friend in Montana. The trip had the flavor of a vision quest, a time in between, a time of unknowing about what is coming next in my life, a time of reckoning with the paradox of aging within a world that is always youthful and ancient at the same time. 


Driving into dawn
The tundra of central Wyoming
Wind River Reservation
Somewhere between Arapahoe and Shoshoni

Scour of wind
East flanks of Yellowstone
Distant across an ancient sea
Still holding to winter

The land coming of age
Just like me
Old age
Bathed in beauty

And stark limits
Ravenous. Unsettled. 
Nothing but open road