WANTING POEM
My first boyfriend and I sat in the back row
of the little theater in Olney Hall,
amidst human skeletons and dinosaur bones
watching a film series on Buckminster Fuller
envisioning our lives, moving back to the land
and when Bucky said: "The minute you begin
to do what you really want to do,
it's really a different kind of life."
We stepped into the sultry evening
and walked in beauty like the night
beneath a cloud of jasmine stars
and we believed in what was possible.
So very young, and sure-footed,
we scaled the heights of the tallest summits:
Mt. Whitney, Lyell Glacier, Cloud's Rest.
Mt. Whitney, Lyell Glacier, Cloud's Rest.
That summer we traversed the Range of Light,
the Sierras, our bed, the stars our blanket
and in alpine meadows, we made promises
