I’m cruising the San Juans on county land
Versus the islands of the Pacific NW
The road is serene—a four corners desert scene
Soon I’ll pull off and take a brief rest
A rock formation of enormous scale
Is it a clipper ship from days gone by?
Or a mythical bird bringing the Navajo South
From the cold to this place, warm and dry
With dark closing in and an empty gut
I mount my Fat Boy with a mission
A bite to eat in a nearby town
Its name mirroring the rock I still envision
I can’t remember if this is the right day, that issue got recycled. It’s Shiprock, NM.
Shiprock, New Mexico!