Tent life is a simple life, stripped down bare
to the necessities, and to the now.
Little things are luxuries, like the air
mattress and warm bedding. Nature shows how
you can get along with very little.
It shows you how many things you don’t need
even though your house is stuffed with them. Full
of good intentions, we harbor the seed
of that knowledge. We take it home again
only to forget. Simplification
becomes a complication, in the end.
For now, being stewards is our station.
Life keeps rolling down the road, and the roots
of experience slowly send up shoots.
Thank you, readers, for joining me on this journey! Thank you for all your kind words and encouragement for these sonnets I’ve shared.