Adirondack Non-Winter Poem
I admit to never having witnessed winter
in the Adirondacks. My major excuses are
how we mid-southerly flatlanders don’t
know how to drive in deep snow—the
drive from our otherwise year-round
Maryland home is a solid 10-hour trip
even in favorable summer conditions.
Not to mention how our four-room cabin
has zero, zip, zilch insulation. And our sole
heat source is a stone fireplace, that might
well supply more unwanted heat to global
warming than to fuel our cabin’s comfort.
Besides which, I have zero levitation skills
and no useful experience on snowshoes,
which, I am told are necessary in winter—
not to mention skis, which have frankly
only ever managed to stir up fright in me,
especially now with my new artificial joints.