There are a lot of places in Montana
I would not call home.
Icy, windswept peaks that you leave as quickly as you can.
Bars where you aren't welcome.
Rivers that drag you over the rocks.
Driving into Billings one summer night
The sky suddenly implausible, a maze of stars
I was overwhelmed by the fragrance of trees
I passed an avenue of gigantic ruined cottonwoods
Over a canal full of carp and catfish
And the wishes, the whimsy and regrets
Came back, full force.
That was home.
Home: Just where is that, today?
I sit at my desk, typing.
There is an imaginary window, which looks out
Over the lake, to Mt. Shepard, still glacial,
Mountain goats nimble on the rocks.
I sip my tea.
But this time, I'm with you.
You talk on and on about your family in San Francisco.
I can tell you miss those things a lot.
I've been through all that, too.
I feel at home now, I really do.
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Environmental Concerns, Liberal Politics. I serve on the Board of Redwood ACLU, I belong to Humboldt County NAMI, and I volunteer at the Hope Center, a...