Beyond the Internet, but not the ubiquitous Dollar General
Winding through the green pavements of the upstate border road
Carolina green dreams.
Sway down a dirt drive to a distillery made by Florida pirates
Falling slats of shacks showing a gleaming barrel inside
Barking dog on the hill tells me no one is home
Long an expatriate in a foreign land,
Adopted by a cold California mountain.
Pines, bold obsidian, sandy path
Almost forty years in Sierra wilderness,
The high desert home, until
I left, thirsty
South, the music is right
Like rainy afternoons followed by the steaming green.
True in my heart to dance with a cousin,
Touch okra and taste tomatoes.
My bifurcated soul spans this country
Stretches tight, snaps back.
Neither blue ocean, neither side slakes my thirst
Even with whiskey, I thirst.