Out of Range

The remote path is richly kaleidoscopic...

Roadway roughly wrangled into earth,
rambling up and down side to side
beeline but written slightly bent toward peaks.
Bordered cottonwood, aspen, oak, pine
bearing chroma spring in streaming streaks,
testifying broken back of winter.

Predawn morning destination is fixed in sights.
He and I expedition to burrow deep into furrows 
of distant mountainside for respite.
Far from inquiring minds and busy bodies,
which distract, disquiet lives that don't fit,
although settled long ago into embracing accord.