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.
If I sit still enough,
the birds, the robins,
the little birds, come
closer nearby --
in the woods.
My camper tent sits
oh SO High,
level with the trees,
and the birds bounce
about on the limbs.
I am one with their world
The huddled
lines of bark let
space peek through, but
no sunset or sunrise
is to be seen from here.
The light just appears
and the break of dawn,
tucked somewhere
on a mountain.
Make the tea.
Make the coffee.
Sit around for a while.
And we feel
so much better now.