I like to be the first one
awake at camp.
I make the fire,
hang the clothesline,
boil a cupful of water
from the nearby creek
& enjoy the first
fresh water of the day.
As the fire grows hot,
I pretend to prepare a kiln
& begin to roll the clay of creation
for the day’s holy work.
Here, in the woods,
we are not welcomed
in the arms of god;
instead, we must
become our own.
I am alone now.
It’s time to bring others to life.
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