Path of the Western Whirling Dervish


What is travel without a purpose but wandering?
A wonder few contained conscious souls can tolerate.

Clouds do it without thinking—
As if the business of water is wishing to be seen.

And what god takes charge of aimlessness,
What free world cabinet demi-god

Calls the temperature & pressure jet stream delights:

Free and clear, rain, typhoon, 1000 year flood . . .

That happens all the time in every year?

The clockwork Newton universe ticks out trouble
Confirming quantum uncertainty,

No one can explore
(That other place), where

Formulas written in Oriental calligraphy
Adorn the Interstate highway signs,

Tell the wanderers the way to what might have been
And why they dare not go.




Steamboat Springs library