Colorado
Day one
We're gone again, my
friend and me
destined for the
mountains and all things undefined.
Planes and planes
delivered us
to the plain above
specific levels of humanity.
Wine and drink, in
general,
combined with
illegalities
brought us to the state
we arrived in.
Two hitchers, a fat girl
going to Nebraska
the second, to Hibbing,
Minnesota (Bob Dylans home)
rode part way for their
stories.
Plant site connections
evoked a thought,
"security could be
hard to deal with.
David could have been
arrested again
for giving the guard a
password he wasn't expecting,
"pigeon shit"
being the most recent misquote.
Off again to the place
where it all started
Captain Cook's,
with beer, we moved in a
trance of words.
Thoughts flew about
as old friends found
each other over an Italian meal.
All plans for me
collapsed around time
for my legs couldn't
hold me outside my bed.
Colorado, day one,
something is different this time,
a puzzle to discover
containing a direction.
reflections on day one
"Dawn follows
through my window
and the night was gone
where the Colorado edge had assaulted us.
Words, actions, and
happenings move on you at an overloading pace.
The levels are reflected
in the atmosphere.
To me it seems as if a
secret lies just unrecognisable,
and slightly above my
face
I am here, but the
reasons remain
cloaked in ego, said
without words.
Colorado is mysterious.”
Day two.
Collections of thoughts
throughout the day
spelled out in
questions, forming direction.
Spaced again at the
limit of it all,
Adventure, in yet
another meal.
Unquestioned good taste
and the ease of friends
brought us together
where finality lies,
off again with all
included.
We spun into our worlds,
together
with the nerve to go to
places not there
realizing this is in us,
if just we dare.
Displays on "green
velvet" occupied my nerve
for that game also
requires a plan.
After dinner I met a
friend
who sold hot dogs on the
street.
I had one in celebration
of a $200 dinner.
Driving to Wellington
through the rains of Colorado
I knew I was party to
what friends should be.
reflections on day two
"I could have
easily been lost
somewhere in the wilds
of Colorado,
take the turn from
Wellington to Denver
unfamiliar with towns of
the area.
How do you know if
you’re lost?"
Day three
Calmness with knowledge
provided a way
to deal among friends.
Understanding of each
other
showed us how best to do
what was right.
Friendship came to pass
the words to the action
of our solutions.
I came to know a finer
point of life.
for the solution of
friends,
in their existence
can be, and was our
answer.
"we took
our selves, to the mountains we did go searching
for the finer
points are often found there"
Day four
We rode jeep
back, from Wellington, Colorado
25 miles up
into the mountains towards Red Feather.
No one said
too much as the scenery unfolded.
Towards Nunn
Creek, a basin on high,
we aimed
ourselves towards the truth of nature.
I couldn’t say how I
felt
seeing miles of burned
out trees.
We were alone in the
wilds
becoming mountains and
trees.
Speculating in the
basin, Harold looked for elk tracks.
Smoking that stuff, a
huge tree, 30 feet away
fell over, right in
front of us.
Its roots threw clumps
of dirt into the sky.
It seemed to say
as it fell to the
ground,
a prayer to the earth it
longed to join.
We smiled
now knowing that trees
are heard when falling,
and that something
spoke, in terms greater than us.
The truth of the tree
broke the plain of talk.
Day four (continued)
In our silence was a
clasping of souls
and an internal
awareness of a positive signal.
Moving away, now, toward
new light
I'll not ignore feedback
within the fifth lane.
The tree was a reward.
The crashing sound of
timber to ground
showed me, taught me,
the value of a priceless day.
The tree taught me
that listening not just
could be,
but was the way.