Bittersweet

In my twenties I had a gig cutting sticks for the wholesale flower markets for use in decor, arrangements, silktrees, and other uses like movie sets. It took me traipsing all over the lower 48 with my buddy Tom (AKA Laser) into the wild places and to many hotsprings along our route. one of our shared pastimes was the use of the odd coffee shop or river to sit, contemplate, and write. We would often share our musings together and reflect on the process of living a life well. This is one such poem from our travels which i wrote on the eve of embarking on a lengthy cross country foray…A night which litteraly boasted a large and full corn husk colored moon. I remember it vividly.