9853 Feet
by Bart Vogelzang

I stood naked upon the land,
Forced from my cocoon of comfort and warmth
By nighttime need as old as all mankind.

Fingers of cold delicately stroked my skin,
Dancing it to pimpled awareness;
As the silence of the deepest night
Screamed out my solitude.

Behind me, dark, yet clearly lit,
Lay my domed tent,
Small, insignificant, civilized.

Around me, dark, yet no spot of black,
Lay the dome of my star studded reality,
Vast, primal, raw.

I stood naked upon the land,
Forced from my cocoon of comfort and warmth
To nighttime wonder as old as all mankind.

Fingers of awe delicately stroked my mind,
Dancing it to subtle awareness;
As the glorious beauty of the deepest night
Celebrated my solitude.

I stood naked upon the land,
And I was complete.

© 2008 by Bart Vogelzang. All rights reserved.