dances
in through the mesh
tent windows.
Birdsong, all around.
Trees. Frogs
in the distance.
I hear no other humans.
It’s just
us here,
in this green cocoon.
Away from the world.
Or rather, in the
world. The real
world that matters.
Where you have mud
on your feet and sit
idly sipping your
coffee. Where your
hammock sways
gently in the breeze,
and you read your
even terrible
book. Folded
in your hands.
Nothing to solve. Nothing
to fix. My phone is here
somewhere.
For pics, to share with friends.
And to capture
visual reminders of
these moments. Together.
Pancakes for breakfast.
Cooling down
in mountain water.
These things will stay
with me, inside my
body, long after we
leave this place. True
memories
of good, simple times,
connecting.
Perhaps life
is really
all
about
this?
~Lu
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