May 19, 2021
When the work week finally falls asleep
we pack our electric cars and leave.
the clamoring construction of Denver
for the Rockies and her quiet splendor.
We lace up our boots and zip our Patagonias,t
fill Camelbaks with Ziplocs of granola,
and scale 14,000 feet
to hear marmots singing at the peak.
For a moment, we breathe like evergreens
quaffing arctic air so pristine we wash the city clean.
But the golden gaze of daylight never stays
and we crawl back down the wrinkled mountain face
to greet our Prius, Subaru, and Jeep fleet
where we rest our tired, blistering feet.
We’re addicts to this “weekend fix”
ut must say goodbye to nature, our mistress,
for hooded homes and cubicle cages
driving three hours back down the interstate.
