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.