june 1, 2021
she laid there as raindrops tapped on the tent. she watched
the silhouette of a bug crawl along the wall.
the river outside, the brush of pine, the call of a crow.
she unzipped the tent door and stepped into her slip-on
shoes. the autumn leaves danced in the morning light.
she made a fire, and with that fire she brewed a coffee.
she sat there, next to the soft, crackling fire, and for a
split second, in the presence of a forgotten god, she felt
the world as it was meant.
and although the feeling had fled, it had lingered in her
memory. to see the world with pure eyes, for even the
tiniest moment, is worth so much.
