Kerouac

on the road has nothing on us

i think, ascending

into perilous air, summer

family sleeping through

Saskatchewan

and waking to the dawn in a new province.

nobody says a word when they see mountains

for the first time

(there can only be one first time)

i am awfully sorry

i've forgotten how to be

in a place without needing to leave.

i have an appointment to leave another

destination very soon.