Camping

I have a love hate relationship with camping

the thought of crawling 

into a tiny tent

laying on the cold ground

with a determined stone

against my spine

stealing my sleep

isn't something

 I have fond feelings for

still there are moments...

waking

up at 

Truth or Consequence

to see the sunrise

streak the skies

in rainbow sherbert swirls

the dusky mauve mountains

stretching

behind

the clear cobalt Caballo lake

or

diving into the warm waves

with dolphins

in the timeless afternoon

savoring the joy

of island boon docking 

the quietude 

and calm

or

 out on a Big Sur hillside

the night air crisp and salty

the waves crashing below

where I was

dreaming

a dream 

of falling

back

through life

to my birth

to oblivion

to oneness

and when I woke, the skies indigo and inviting

I spied 

the crescent moon

scooping 

stars

The night

all

my 

own

Camp NaNoWriMo  Day 31