we wander up the mountain of your childhood I can read the stories on your face you tell me this one day is enough but then
I remember US- thumbs out on road after road for
months hiking and hitching on highways and winding country roads heat scented by tall
pines climbing sand dunes on Les Iles de la Madeleine eating canned
sardines and oysters out of backpacks riding with insane teenage Québécois fearing for our
lives six hours in rain hitching out of Quebec City Sleeping in
packing crates, in culverts, under bridges, in a teepee, under stars sailing on ferry boats Saint Lawrence River  Lake Michigan, walking the bridge at Souix st Marie
nothing but the blue of distnce.

now this Faulknerian
journey gold haze of memory
every painful step