Stuck

I passed a car stuck in the snow today
I stopped to help.
It couldn't go forward
it couldn't go back.
The people were trapped.
Suspended by a column of frozen winter
mixed with gravel
It could have stayed there
until the pavement cracked with age
and once again camas sprouted.
And the hills rang no longer with plow and truck
the silence of thundering herds
the quite of a peaceful tree dying
The only rust in the red ochre smeared against a canyon wall.
I sigh
and push
and wish for simpler times.
Who ever got stuck in the snow walking?