into keewatin - pt 3.1 (poem) by john k zimmerman on AuthorsDen

into keewatin - pt 3.1
by john k zimmerman → (All Poetry by john k zimmerman)

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continuing my ride across an intimate landscape. Part 3 itself has three parts and is subtitled LOST --- 30 ---
LOST Today I’m riding the Grey Mule, Leading Red. Doesn’t’ matter, We have lost our way. Damn! Couldn’t go back if we wanted to, Can’t get where we want to go The trees and rocks start looking the same. The road is long and nondescript. I am lost: without hope. We cross a bridge, a rickety wooden bridge over a noisy creek that flows down from the right. Past the bridge it turns and follows trail for a while. Where the creek turns away stands a Stone lean-to, and a broken down corral. There’s another four hours of day light: but i quit for the night. I unsaddle and groom the mules, Check and clean there hooves. Half an hour’s work fixes the corral I turn em loose, and head for the creek The creek looks “fishy”, so I set a line or two upstream from the corral. I Fill the coffee boiler, collect some “Squaw wood” and head for the shed. A boiling fire is the work of s moment then i sit back to think. How the hell Did I get here? No farther from the one no closer to the other. How’d I loose my way? end pt 1