Tent
and Hammock
by Pamela Den Ouden
This is my home
A tent in the wilderness
When it rains we are careful
Not to touch the roof
Bowing our heads like a family
at prayer
The lantern making a golden halo
around us
Baby swings in a small arc
Cradled between two forest giants
Sunlight mottles her dreams
Of play and joys of green
The sun is a chandelier at breakfast
At supper candlelight shadows
flutter
Like the eyelids of a child who
pretends to sleep
The susurrations of the river
symphony
Whisper to the edge of the dusk-dark
night
