A full day planning for freedom in reach,
We unpack the truck and dash to the beach,
A refreshing dip, the rain was abrupt,
It’s lucky we had our tarps all set up,
Fun moments erupt, nature’s not boring,
Thunder rolled in and it began pouring,
Minor setback to reserving campsites,
When it rains this hard, all day and all night,
Now working for fun, just without the sun,
The day turns around, free time starts to run,
Hours get better without feeling rushed,
A foot in the sand, the days’ stress is crushed,
For moments I waste in some worried haste,
Now I feel cool waves and in the haze, baste,
In one sure moment we live all our lives,
As nature breathes, a miracle arrives,
**
Calm and enlightened, earth, sky and water,
In summer outside, the sun stays hotter,
Hitting heights heals life, dreams won’t fall through cracks,
Get up much stronger, find handles to facts,
I don’t think past now and then anymore,
Glacier edges through a rocky corridor,
Frozen yet fluid, how we make our way,
Know it, don’t lose it, just get through the day,
Life carved in senses, next day’s aftermath,
Joy, pain, today’s shock, ignites in one path,
The mountains stand high and scrape at the clouds,
The grey and the cold form shapes in the crowds,
When the sun breaks through, people will scurry,
For a hot dry spot, each one will hurry,
Creatures on top feel ahead of us all,
Nature never stops, we all heed its call,
**
Followed my path in the one way I can,
Through ice cold passes, for storms I have planned,
For days I’ve wondered and nights I’ve wished gone,
The skies split open, I’m spent like a pawn,
Each day I’m coping, sometimes like a bear,
At times I’m roped in, that do not seem fair,
Finding ways to tame the beast of my mind,
Can’t say what I want but I can be kind,
If I shut this down and lock every door,
I won’t be outside the box anymore,
“Breathe deep and relax”, what I tell myself,
The battles wage on, like books on a shelf,
Far out in the wild, I read of the world,
Our thoughts bold or mild, an advent unfurled,
In order to fight, I may stay silent,
Words hidden away, asleep in my tent,
**
Slept okay this time, foam mattress is great,
Better than gravel, I anticipate,
The storm was waging, peppered our world: numb,
Pounding and bouncing a ripping snare drum,
The tarps held up fine, water still snuck in,
Air laden and moist, damp camp we’re stuck in,
It’s early morning, in drips bright bold light,
I unzip the tent and slip out of sight,
Perking the coffee, a priority,
Start fire quick, keep camp clean as can be,
The air’s so fresh, pitter-patter persists,
Nature hits the earth, rain droplets, her fists,
Wrapped around branches, the feet of small birds,
Divine voices chirp, the tree’s joyous words,
A quick note to self: “Enjoy simple things”,
Day’s peace can be found, when calm morning sings,
**
Once snug at the lake, gone from where we lay,
A splash, all arise and welcome the day,
We are not sullen, grey skies still share light,
Feeling energy here, alive and bright,
Catch frisbees and balls, then sprinting races,
Each day summer calls, run through the paces,
Bring on some music and later board games,
Tell stories of life and don’t change the names,
Free from the office, the work-shop and job,
Free to write verses, eat corn on the cob,
Hot dogs and marsh mellows, baked on a stick,
Real time to digest, not rushing and sick,
Find hours to relax, without so much stress,
Turn it all into meditating success,
Prepare for our life, days of rain or shine,
Good rest and hard work meet up and combine
