Frontiers

Am I a pioneer
or just here--

I found out Hawaii,
a song in the snow,
mozarella and salami
all on my own.

But so did you,
before me, too.

What about light before dawn,
the smell of stacked hay,
horse hoof and cat's yawn--
those are mine, aren't they?

You can tell me nothing's new
until you're blue,
but in the end, I'll discover you.