there, we awoke.

words and photo by Brian Thompson.

there, we awoke.
in fields abloom with disaster,
it’s there where we found our rest.
under boughs of cedar, cypress and fir,
huddled next to kindred folk
(a fox, a doe, a squirrel),
we shared the last of campfire,
oak aflame with bitter smoke;
together we made our leafy beds,
under sheets of heather and dandelion duvet,
with pillows of truffles and moss.
there, we lay our heads.
there, we gazed at shooting stars,
until eyes fell shut with weighty lids.
under night's sky with crescent moon,
the forest came alive.
there, we awoke.

brian thompson