In June of 2017, my husband and I traveled up to Yellowstone National Park to visit a friend and see the sights. This describes the entrance to the park.
A Bison studies us as we pass by on the entrance to the park. A Bison is the size of a sedan.
We left the sun-baked desert and entered a world of green.
Flat and green, it seemed to run forever.
Crops and houses and schools.
Tame.
Safe.
It was a surprise when we entered the tunnel.
It ran for miles.
Lodgepole pines small and great.
Once in a while they opened and before us ran rivers and meadows,
dotted with great hulking brown shaggy behemoths,
placid in the impermanent sunshine.
Wild.
Dangerous.
Boiling mud, steaming water, birds and fish, elk and bison, cliffs and meadows, rivers and streams.
Our hearts beat quicker.
This is where we’re meant to be.
Not hemmed in.
Not scheduled by mere clocks, but by the sun and moon.
I take my meeting on a wind-blown hilltop,
The earth spread below me in a cloud-dappled wonder,
The way the first human saw it.
It is good.
Thank You!
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