camping poem

Hawk soaring
Gliding on the updraft
Takes no notice
As if we were not there
On the bluff overlook
Where chipmunks squeek
Crickets, critters and marmots
Make entire lives

Last night, hiking in,
The glint of deer eyes
In the flashlight light,
Spooked, then fascinated.

Green dappled with
Red, orange, yellow, brown, grey and blue blue skies
Poems, ideas, songs
And silliness
Skitter across my mind
Scudding like the infrequent cloud,
In my big sky mind.

I even felt bored a few times
Not the "I'd rather be doing
Something else" feeling
But a good clean boredom
Of health.

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