A schematic of passion reveals nothing
clearly. My mothers, sisters, and in-laws
are drop-jawed for the natural world, unfurling
atlases and mapping possible solutions
to their ongoing state of gridlocked wanderlust.
They run, bike, hike, and read stories
about inimitable human feats. They race farther
than I’d choose to drive on an afternoon cruise.
This year they’ve taken to the garden. . . .