How deep is the ocean?
How broad is the mind?
& how can we live
without trying to find
out? or in? I’m exploring the whys.
Before me, these Elysian fields
gently rolling through the dry countryside.
Ideas & questions so soft
I sleep with them & others by the by.
Pick up trucks caked with old mud,
peeled-paint houses in the morning sun.
Railroad tracks on a bad of gravel run
across this scorched American Hebron.
Amidst all this, I am here
in timeless awe as I try
to share & love & laugh with simpaticos,
searching for the ways these curiosities are tied.