Alaska Travel Poem

When you are traveling, what it is
to delight in the little things,
the sight of a familiar blue mail box
to send your postcards out,
the fireweed flower covered in dew,
the lost match to your smartsocks,
attached by static to your t-shirt,
the moose in the heart of the median
paying no attention to you,
the unknown couchsurfer saying kindly
to make yourself at home,
the gift to be awake, to roam freely,
to stand at Denali, the "Great One"
realizing the transience of Autumn land,
the rolling reds, greens and golds,
the unfolding grey to sun skies,
and all of it encompassed in your eyes.