a hike can’t save us.
the heat seems to want us dead.
but the masks? yes. yes.
all the Boulderites.
they get it. even on trails.
why is it so hard?
you could have this view.
away from the pandemic.
if you’d just listen.
So Hot. So Worth It.
humanity
Road Trip 2020 (Montana Cycles)
a path with a view
a waitress with attitude
a lake with my pup
a man saved my wheel
after a two-mile chase
’cause life’s a cycle
Coronatine Victory Garden
a small victory
using my hands to plant peas
as they fought spring snow
as they outgrew me
using my hands to pick peas
during quarantine
they made two harvests
using my hands to shell peas
a small victory
Pockets of Hope
Colorado hikes:
definition of summer
plush with Columbines
Cilantro (Culantro)
he corrected me
even though it’s in Spanish
white buds. so pretty.
‘no’ is a new word
yet so familiar to me.
so adolescent.
we’ll see where this goes.
a flat road to nowhere fast?
or the sky, endless?
We Can Pretend
a lazy lake day
calmer than a quarantine
peace (so far from peace).
Corona Caution
a bike ride downtown
to this perfect patio
almost like old times
There’s My Baby
a bike ride downtown
on a trail no longer closed
(to me, at least): joy
Road Trip 2020, Day Seven
there is no escape here.
only evasion.
it’s up this curvy road packed with hill after horse-country hill,
packed with perfect fences and horses whipping their tails,
with cars zooming past, some honking at my hugging-the-shoulder presence as i pedal
pedal
pedal
past these race-won mansions,
these stacked-limestone walls that can’t trap me in or out,
into the sunny, humid heat of midday Kentucky,
so far from home, so far from home,
so near to everything that is hard and easy, up and down these endless hills
in a circle that isn’t a circle.
Road Trip 2020, Day Five
if only these pics were perfect
as perfectly peaceful as they appear
and no one lost a phone (and all the love attached) to a lake
and no one said they hated each other
and no one lied to their mother
and no one cried.
but life isn’t this lake
this quiet Kentucky fishing lake that we ruined with six screaming kids and one barking dog
this peaceful lake for paddling or praying or both
this swimmable, all-ours, wake-free lake.
Life is this lake, isn’t it?
Perfect and not so perfect.
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