go in the tent for the night
note the moon, the fading light
feel the wind, watch the trees soar
make a bed on the earth’s floor
talk, laugh until you can no more
hear the people and dogs next door
wait for the coming of the day
see the sun as dark goes away
listen as the birds awake and sing
come out into the world of spring,
This poem is also from 2011. I had a dream to go camping, to sleep in a tent. I wanted to experience all that nature offered in the hours of the night. My friend agreed to join me on this adventure. We put a tent up, gathered sleeping bags, dressed in layers (because it was cold), and sat around a little fire.
We went camping that year. Twice. In a backyard. And then I wrote this poem.