and back we come

the cooler filled with water, half a sweet potato floating
listlessly like we are after so many hours of driving from
Glacier to Billings, from Sheridan to Cheyenne, home to
green beans in the garden, almost ready to eat blackberries.
camping mats, sleeping bags, boxes in disarray, oatmeal,
bottles carried from Montana destined for the recycle bin,
all this and more laid across the living room floor, so far
from the blue green glacial clarity of Avalanche Lake.