If I Sit Still Enough

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I wrote this in 2025 while sitting in the camper at Bennett Springs State Park. I handwrote a lot of poems in 2025 while sitting in my camper, and I do not remember the exact dates or locations for many of them, but I do remember this one. Since we were on a mountain top campsite, the sunrise and sunset was not visible. I remember looking out the tent windows at the rows of trees, but all I could see were the lines of tree trunks. I wrote this as I experienced every moment. It was not a fabulous camping spot, but I looked for the little things that brought me joy and it made it memorable.