I wrote these four poems in August 2019, during the very first trip my partner Jonathan and I took together. We spent four days camping in different parts of the Olympic Peninsula: the beach at La Push, 5 Mile Island in the Hoh Rain Forest, Sol Duc hotsprings, and Lake Crescent. I loved the diversity of land- (and water-)scapes we got to experience in just a few days, and the romance and adventure of sleeping in a tent, cooking over the fire, dipping in the ice-cold river, seeing the milky way and even bio-luminescence on the beach! Perfectly self-sufficient, just the two of us, our car and our packs.
All photos in this post are by Jonathan H. Lee/ subtledream.com
Starlight star bright stars in the day and in the night. Above our heads beneath our feet some in my heart some on your cheek. We found this place the time and space were blessed with wonder love and grace.
Rushing is violence The path is the way Peruse maps like candy Our boat for a day Glacial till spaceship filled with a home swallow a kayak harbor new love Who knew dots where high as summits? Who knew lines led to the sea? Learning sign language Don’t forget to see The view is our show. Best view in town. Each meal a feast Campfire ritual Air fills us like freedom Nature’s true temple Thermos my warm friend Blanket my bed on the fly Boots my sturdy vehicle Lucy my light in the dark Soundtrack our celebration Riches of chocolate and smoked salmon Tent the nest you make for us Gratitude for all the things. Retreat on a beach Spa by a lake Gym in the forest Massages in bed We find luxuries for free Not your average American Dream.
I greet you, mother tree. How can I speak to you? Your presence comforting and daunting, foreign and familiar. I wish to feel you Lean on you Know you. What do you feel? What do you know of us? Do you forgive us? Bark of centuries Leaves of spring Just my thin skin against you Is all I have to offer. Dear one. So small So young So far from wisdom Yet I do sense your tender heart. Connect with me. Say something to me. Will you forgive me? Grandmother trees Here’s you And me Soft skin, rough bark Imagine we could be Each other’s care and company.
STOKE THE FIRE
Stoke your fire watch it ignite. Bubble up, simmer, boil and burn. Let’s cook our life stir up our habits. Pour our questions on the world. Stoke my fire warm my hands. Pour that goodness in my bowl. Nourish these relations. Improvise the present as if it were made for you. Stir and stoke and pour and sip. Raise up roll and flow. Eat that goodness from my bowl.