Along State Route 129
The sun rests gently on the gullies and ridges
of the orange dirt and shale road.
It’s clipped and frayed by the cedars
before it joins the basin of the river gulches.
The frigid waters of the old Snake river
pass through Hells Gate on the way to Paradise
and quench the elk and the woodland caribou
southward on state route 129.
For one moment I can sense the gateway
to all things, where the sky drapes
a white-cloud window over the furthest reaches
of eternity, and the sun proclaims
the beauty of God. As I drive I feel small,
and I feel infinite, broken like the river on the rock,
softened like the rock in the river,
honed by the endless rush and the peaceful turn
of the earth.
BIO: My name is Joshua Ryan Wood. I am saved by grace, a wannabe vagabond, recently disconnected from most of my life, searching for new roads. I enjoy the outdoors, and I get bored when things aren't changing.
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