Former roommates
And others from my past
Gather in a large building
That is continually changing

Listening to the proclamations of
Edward Abbey

Who found Doug Peacock in the Yellowstone backcountry
Turning him into George Hayduke
Searching for the sprit bear of the southwest

I am in the northeast
Two generations removed

Abbey told me to wait until he was dead

To find my way

Not to his grave
Hidden in the desert

But to costly grace

Following the Buddhist monk
And my spirit animal

On a vision quest
Of understanding