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.