He showed me a glistening
arrowhead of white agate
he found in high desert
and posted on his Droid.

I saw in it a Siberian fir
sighing before me under the snow weight,
and tent walls sagging
and the pole in the center
holding fast and true and straight.

I heard the reindeer mating
and the foals alive on the snow
and my people pulling through.

Our bus made it over the pass to PDX.
Our driver used chains just once,
for a few miles.
Where would I have been without him?
Could have missed our flight.