Seniors & Aging

Reader poem: 'Spring Roads' by James Bertolino

This is Idaho.Drive through 16 miles ofmuddy, pot-holey spring roadsto this frozen lake,pine-cloaked basinbelow the mountain.

Is this Gods’ country?Is that Him up there, lonelyon man-fragile skiscutting slow zigsdown the slope?There’s somebody up on that mountain!

No. The deep black eyesof empy oil drumssay no. There’sno one.This is Idaho.

— James Bertolino lives north of Bellingham.