camping; a secret handbook

you and me
are cooking
risotto
on a campfire
in the corner
of my mind.
we have
found our
own
little spot,
as free
from
the
threat of



big

brown

bears



as is possible.
we have a
wigwam
that is smaller
(by far)
than that
which we
need it
to be.
our wellies
sit snuggled
together
outside of
our canvas
home,
gathering
rainwater
and



little

lost

leeches.



we whisper our secrets to the trees; trustingly.