During our own Tang Dynasty we stirred
space-age orange powder in hot water
on cold mornings beside Johns Brook
stomping our feet for warmth outside
the Howard Lean-to.
My bro Matt’s wife Ann wanted to take a dip
in the brook, more like a small river
here at the base of the high peaks.
For Matt it came down to “I will
if you do” and Ann did do.
Later we packed-out by the well-worn
trail we packed-in on, but by then
it was a different way.