the great adventure: interlude
there are pieces of me somewhere in utah
beneath arches of stone
and in a canyon near flagstaff.
theres a piece across the big dam
on the vegas strip
and a handful in beatty and yucca valley.
i left a large chunk
on the shore in santa barbara
before leaving more in fresno
and quite a few around ansels old haunt
not to mention a couple in modesto.
some pieces remain in the city by the bay
where the sun sank into the pacific
and some are just across the golden gate
in john muirs woods
others i left at the base of mt shasta
or the high desert green of the oregon hills
with a number spread around a snowy crater
before that long drive through the night.
a bunch are in pike place market
being tossed with the fish
in the shadow of a needle
and theres a good number strewn across i-90
from the 5 through idaho
to the other side of butte.
there a scattering near the geysers
and a group along the hidden falls trail
to the west of jenny lake.
still more lay at the feet of the collegiate mountains
and a remnant are sprinkled along a lonely stretch of road
leading back over the mountains to aurora.
i left trying to find myself
and i returned with less of me to know.
but what remains is fuller
and even sometimes
a little more sad
but mostly im stronger
for having been in the wild.