On the Hills of Tehachapi

That rock, by that tree
Overlooking the whole of the San Joaquin,
I could stay there forever
To ponder whatever is pondered
And solve nothing that needs to be solved,
With the laurels of the purple grass
Honoring each gust of mind.

But I am wanted somewhere else
For reasons I don't understand
And service that I can't conceive I'm giving,
The very reason I must go back now
To smile at all the brand new wounds
I'll lick again in private.