Sleeping in down
close to the ground
Is not far removed
from sleeping under the ground
Sheltered from the elements
by close nylon filaments
Is not far removed
from being entombed
But I sleep in the tent
‘til the sun gent-
ly warms me with light
And provokes me to rise
from my sleep of dark rest
To test the best freedoms of life—untented.
(August 1991)
There is a sense freedom sleeping outdoors, to me a beautiful rest. Your write did well to convey the difference from the usual shelter of a stable bed...tell me did you dream well within the tent? ? PEACE
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I love tent sleeping and being so close to nature! The sounds, the smells! Nothing compares! Nicely written piece!