Poem After my Vacation Out West
/The air is airier out West.
The light is lighter, and longer.
The days are drier.
No matter how high you get,
you can always get higher.
To the Force that revealed these mountains,
redolent of the glorious glaciers
that carved the rivers, leaving rubble, runnels and rivulets
for eons, and for us all:
Thank you.