northern rockies

To be brazenly a vagabond

Unapologetic

Drifting down the hours

Answering to no compunction of clock or calendar

Yes to have all the morning to oneself

And all the slow measure of afternoon
By evening sitting on a rough bluff looking over the Big Sandy
Or walking the starry bliss of crushed rock 
Where the road ends in Wyoming—

Silent lightning  flashing far off in the blue Tetons

-w/ Tricia 2005