We return to our mountain spot
build our fire, burn our s’mores.
Thunder shakes the tent as a small river
runs below us. Lightning shocks me awake
between uneasy darkness and howling wind.
Would a tree fall and snuff us out?
Would the multi-colored fairy lights fly into the night?
Illuminated against large evergreen trees,
a looming grey sky watches all with unblinking eyes.
The baby slept through as I clung to rain soaked walls
and froze in awkward configurations until morning.