Camping Trip by Lolly Vieira

we laid beneath the

whispering, willowing winds

wistfully winding

their way across

the western coast

tangled trees towered above

intertwined

the two began to bind

together, oneness

bared for the big blue ball

to behold

begotten beauty

damp dirt down below

a cradle

caressing cold craniums

developing, divulging

different dialects of

meddling, muddy creatures

carving their marks in the clay

packs posing as pillows

posted peculiarly

as a perch for posture

precariously angled

as we approach

pleasant dreams

again I partake with delight

in the path of the

shedding winter winds

shaking the tall tree tops

sliding down trunks

covered in terrain to the roots

and on that night, nocturnal nature was in unison