The word: Traveler
Carolyn used to work in human resources for the Nevada gold mines, waking each day in the early mining hours. Now she has retired into managing a terrific little health store called Nature’s Corner in Winnemucca, which is where we met her on a drive from California to Idaho.
The Stranger: Carolyn
Her Word: Traveler
The poem I wrote:
When you’re caught between
the sky and the road, a traveler,
the desert is something that owns
you. You belong to those spaces,
grateful for whatever it is you find.
Going home to own things and draw
water up from our own soil
is what we both thirst for and fear.
Any other country’s full moon
free of its clouds is always
brighter than ours: we will carry it
homeward, feeling its infant lightness
in our road-weary arms.
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