and just watching
the world pass me by
feeling I have to be
on the road for some
great kerouacian migration
that must take place
leaving sodom and gomorrah behind
not looking in my rear view mirror
yet not sure of direction
or time in space
perhaps trying to get to some
nirvana campground
veggies on the grill
and stillness falling
with hotei asking you what you want
as his oogi cools your fever
family and friends arriving
in twilight deep
like blue velvet
across a sharp
ansel adams valley
quivering with a breeze
that lulls you softly to echo of coming dreams
as yogi bear smiles
and reaches into
a bottomless picnic basket
offering you
your portion of manna.