Here it is.
To most people its just a destination
something to mark off of their bucket list or sight seeing itinerary.
To me and that select group
it’s a second home.
There are nights where I wish I could walk out the door
and be surrounded by trees
Hear the quiet rumble of the grand loop as I walk down the maintenance road
and then follow the trail to the employee fire ring.
I used to lay on my back on the smokers table
and watch the night sky float by me.
I spent two summers there
but the first will always stick with me the longest.
That second one has some parts of my past I am still coming to terms with.
Have you ever stood not 10 feet away from a bison?
Or smelled the sulfur in the air on the road to Lake?
Have you hiked into the back country
and found a quiet lake to sit beside and read?
There is something in the air there
that’s magical and pure
I long for that simple life
and feel the call of it in my bones.
Someday I’ll be back.
Someday I will show my child the trails I walked
the sights I saw
that waterfall tumbling down the rocks in its gray-blue-green glory.
I only hope that in their own way
they understand the quiet way I gaze across the canyon
remembering that summer so, so long ago
when Zac, Moe, Trace, Brett and I
stood on the overlook
and couldn’t speak.