utah is to blame

pennsylvania

is callin my name,

and utah is to blame,

for my wandering

has shown,

that there's a sickness...

called home.

i'm getting it

not sure why my mind is so wrapped up in rivers of late

but it is, and i am. left imagining.

the course of life on the Yellow Breeches

and a spring run hailed the LeTort

numbness is creeping into the bones of my feet.

getting cold feet. or is it hypothermia

two years into life miles from

a pennsylvanian jungle.

but humidity and mosquitos,

ticks and poison ivy,

guard even utopia from the faint at heart

from those who don't belong,

those who are convinced that

bigger is better.

farther is further.

louder is fuller.

i feel the river cooler, the water smoother

and im ok, need a break, but im getting it.