For Summer, who said, “Write about poem about getting ready for camping”… though it should be admitted that she wanted it to rhyme.
O, I’ve got lists.
To-do lists, grocery lists, packing lists.
Honey, please won’t you pick up a few dozen…
Don’t forget to swing by and grab…
Do we know anyone who could lend a lantern?
In frenzied anticipation of a whole different kind of
list
Thousands of unscheduled unspoken for moments. Check.
Dizzying freedom of untying the leash of cell service. Check.
Merry orange and blue fire-pit under swarm of stars. Check.
Warm jumbled breath of four unplugged teens heaped in a tent. Check.
Five a.m. coffee dates with sleeping bag, fuzzy socks, and sunrise. Check.
Easy rambling walks ’round a lake ringed in wildflowers. Check.
Teeth snapping through caramelized crust of toasted ‘mallow. Check.
Sprawling out to gaze at a moon so deep I fall into the sky. Check.
