Gary Snyder
Why Log Truck Drivers Rise Earlier
Than Students of Zen
In the high seat,
before-dawn dark,
Polished hubs gleam
And the shiny diesel stack
Warms and flutters
Up the Tyler Road grade
To the logging on Poorman
Creek.
Thirty miles of dust.
There is no other life.
Gary Snyder, No Nature: New and Selected
Poems, Pantheon Books, 1992.