TheBanyanTree: Our First Night Apart

[LLDeMerle]

My thoughts drift to you often
The cold chills my bare feet 
and the dampness rolls in, and

I hope you are warm 
I hope you remember how to layer 
the inside of your sleeping bag
with the fuzzy gold blanket
I hope you've thought critically about 
coldness and comfort 
and decided that fleece and extra socks 
beat shivering in a bag.
I hope you don't have to 

go to the bathroom in the middle 
of the night, which would mean you would have to 
grope for your glasses, and put them on right side-up, then
dig for flashlight, excavating it from under whatever civilizations have
mounted atop it.  Still, you must find your shoes, and fasten them, pull
a jacket around you and pick up your flashlight several times after
dropping it.  Finally, you will crunch down the path of the Adirondack
reservation
terrified of bear the way you are, praying one doesn't sniff you out and
hold you hostage while he licks S'mores off your face like that other
Boy Scout, now famous and probably in therapy, all over poor hygiene
after sweets.


LLDeMerle