where to go

where have i been

this last quarter century

crossing deserts bright

and mountains licking the heavens dry

tumbling moisture barrel-rolling on Great Plains

where the Mosquito is still king

and the Boreal where wolves still cry

my dreams stand still in time as stone

another 500 miles, just tonight

where are we headed

what to find

i still don't know

i don't care

embrace the future and past

but live in between the sweet sheets of time

embrace the rising reddening walls around you

giving loving warmth and golden gladness

reverberating my spirit in kind

as flame

we hit the road again

indifferent

where to go and what to find oh why why why

why

Wyoming wind roaming wide

we ride and ride

and the hills steepen

what lies beyond this canyon

up on your yonder high plateau, Markagunt: just out of view

the frost breaks

i can feel the ground for the first time, between my toes, the dirt

i've never needed more

going where my mountain bluebird flies