First a poem about literally being on the road – between Moab and Salt Lake City where, for the only night of my road trip, I’d booked a room for the night. I was exhausted when I left Moab (after a full day hiking at Arches National Park), then I drove. And drove. And drove, to SLC. The second poem recounts the disturbing wake-up-call I was greeted with, after not enough sleep.