Life is not college bound alone
In your trendy town of trees
Or out of there, for that matter
But in the souls that caravan
In a snaking path of the four-legged mammals
Past the bone pit
and the trash hole on public lands
Chasing the rabbits
or mimicking the peoples’ oddities
over and over again-
we talk, contriving the means
by which we don’t understand the actions
Yet constantly contribute.

Looking below, above and beyond
at life outside our weak bodies and strong minds
Perched on rocks, slippery sand, tripping sagebrush
We obsess over: how to get where we know
We are supposed to be
And acquiesce- this is something we still aren’t sure of entirely.
Attention is needed, acknowledgement smuttily surrendered
In a balanced manner, you to me and me to you
A balancing act
Of your slippery city streets
And my gaping gopher holes.
Quiet bowing respect to those with
The strong bodies and simpler minds.