All the Way North

It’s been too long since the last post. Lots of musings and thoughts to report, but right now, am trying to finish up a bunch of poems I wrote in June while my son Jude and I were in Yellowstone (and kudos to him for the photo). Enjoy.


All the Way North

Promised rain, we were given
Clouds, dark, expansive and
Welcoming in ways unexpected
Stretching past our field of vision
Over snow capped mountains in June

Driving on toward Idaho Falls,
I steal glances to my left and think,
“How could this have ever not been enough?”
For those settlers of commerce, solitary riders
Dwarfed by their immense surroundings

Meanwhile an ipod clicks away in the backseat
Like repurposed morse code, in the hands of
My son. Thunder Road. Piano and voice
Cascade through the burnished twilight
I steal glances to my right and think

This will always be enough


Published by Doug Hoekstra

Father, wordsmith, musician, creative.

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