For one thin dime,
I would turn this bus around,
loaded to the roof with whatever wisdom
I have gained. All the refuse
of left over tantalizing bits of did not work,
I will choose to leave all of that behind.
Ready to feel my hands on the wheel of this
bus- painted psychedelic- and reroute
it forward into the masterful realm of possibility.
There will be no need for GPS or any fancy
technology, as the ways taught by the Grandfathers
and Grandmothers will serve me best.
I will ask the land to guide me
wherever I go, remembering that this Earth
is ripe with plenty for each one.
Who’s with me? Who’s ready, for one thin dime,
to turn this bus around?