I opened the garage door with angst and conviction
My mother never approved of my infatuation for the boy in my math class
I need not her blessing for independence has been on my side since my father started playing hockey again

I got in my car and drove far away.
I hadn't a clue where to go, but the wind carried me into his arms.
The view from the tree was whimsical.

To the north, a bear ran naked but no one was outraged by the sight
I acquired my mother's jacket and threw it at the bee hive above me
Praying they were as nice as the Mormons

To the south, I saw my reflection in a pool of chicken eggs.
Frightened, I ran to the nearest cow and boarded
Together we sauntered into the future.

I saw my great grandmother telling me her pancakes were ready
I traveled to Idaho in search of syrup
Aunt Jamima always prevailed

I always preferred goat butter
It just tasted better
and we went on in the frigid weather.