Ranch Poem- “Cherish Your Choice”


Cherish Your Choice

Driving into the night
two caravans rip
through the rain,
four men and four women
awaiting a rage.
Accompanied only
by a dashboard turtle
with a bobbling noggin
and a wooden gecko
with a nimble spine.
Barreling down dark and
empty stretches of Pennsylvania,
Jersey, and Maryland highways
on a one for all
and all for fun
journey to Asheville.

It would be my first
trip to Asheville and
the single longest drive
down the east coast
I had experienced.
Thompson once said:
“I have a theory that
the truth is never told
during the nine-to-five”
It is 12:42 a.m.
on September 10th
and I’m feeling
all kinds
of honest.

A bit of time
devoted to humoring
that which lies ahead
of this most rage worthy
of Nissan Pathfinders.
Weekends like this-ones
that begin with a long
mid-week drive and end
in the same fashion-they help
to remind me that
there is a desire,
a passion worth my
time and energy.
A vehicle for the kind
of ride I know
contains elements of
adventure and pure,
heady, unadulterated
that would be dishonest of
me to deny my soul.

Deny that voice
that implores you
to live subordinate
to others for the
disposables of life,
and the family
desperately fearful
of your own ability to

When you cherish
your choice, you’re
hard pressed to loose
sight of the heart’s goals,
to lose your control,
to lose your mind,
or even your one
and only natural,
fleshy, life.



One comment

  1. dad · October 20, 2010

    It is by going down the abyss
    that the treasures of life are found
    where you stumbel
    there lies your treasure

    Joesph Cambell


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