Intent

 

 

 

In that tent was all I could need

and every morning a van came

delivering breakfast milk and eggs

not too early, I could lie in

recover from the night before, slowly

stretch my back into shape;

watch her condense air into fresh

shapes from the tip of nose and curl

 

 

of hair visible; consider the rucksacks

upright against the tent poles; listen

to the sounds outside this thin partition

of nylon, the grass swaying, the footsteps

of other campers cooking and swearing

as they waken stiff and unzip the day.