It is a living joy
To wake up and see mountains in your window
at dawn,
To be greeted by strangers
on the common road,
To wander along stony desert paths, meandering
nowhere in particular,
To breathe the free, transparent air,
seeing miles without fences.
These are the given blessings
Of human being--––
Uncontemplated by the Bill of Rights,
Forgotten by too many.