I Nurture Wonder By Way of Regions

I think of Vermont
with her purple-green horizons,
her misting midnight falls
over tumbled granite smoothes,
her bearded workers trudging
to greet the trailbound youth;

And South Carolina
in all her beleaguered love,
her sands warm
under the paws of summer ocean,
her sun a fierce soul
calm then raging;

And Colorado my new kindred,
a rising respite
of aspen-through rambles
and hot spring caves,
rife with the Truth
found or missed
by its many seekers;

And old New York
that racing child of art and lust
still gentle somehow,
teaching with asphalt
and smoky rooftops
the freedom of solitude.