Lying awake

 

Lying awake, staring into darkness.

The smell of tent canvas, smoke and canned potatoes

crosses my mind.

 

Hiss of a Coleman lantern. Then quiet.

 

Rocky shoreline, ragged cliffs and deep woods:

gentle lap and twig snap.

Autumn sweep of Northern Lights.

 

Two tired boys and their dad

tucked into an eiderdown sleeping bag.

Nolan Lake, somewhere in the 60’s.