“Start Again”

never an end
start after start
nothing left behind
like the green leaf
of the plant
long after the flower’s bloomed.
 
so start again
pack the bags
never quite empty
find the trail
nothing like
you left it last
 
the geraniums bloomed
near the sand
then by the pond
they’ll bloom again
somewhere
if only there’s water
and sun
 
It’s dark now
like the tunnel
in Wind River Valley,
but we drove out into
the sun
and dodged the falling rocks.
 
Perhaps we’ll drive that way
again.