Said daughter in the backseat, somewhere
In the open middle of Utah, mountains,
Snow, open range and no buildings in sight.
As the driver, I parsed nowhere in terms
Of distance between gas stations and to help
In the case of emergencies. When I wasn’t
Thinking too much on disaster, I shared her joy
At the great sweep that frees the eye and clears
The head. Every journey survived unharmed
Leads on to ordinary chores and setbacks,
The little business of being a little body, but
There in the middle of nowhere, daughter
Happy in the back, sun on the road, we flew.
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