INTO THE ROCKIES
Due west, as we drive,
mountains, colored mostly from the red spectrum,
rise up in a line.
I feel a little like the captain
of a charging army.
The enemy won’t shoot
until they see the whites of my eyes.
The land’s been so flat until now
but, ahead of us,
the world no longer adheres to that lie.
My wife turns down the radio.
It’s like she wants to be able to hear
what she’s seeing.
Even in the back seat, boredom gives way to awe.
“Those are the Rockies,” I proclaim.
So I’m the head of an expedition now.
Once again, my team fail to recognize their leader’s genius.
