Will Thomas // NICKERSON

The cool crisp air

stings the back of my throat

as it fills my lungs

I try to fall asleep

I breath in through my nose

and snag a strong whiff of nearby pine

it reminds me of my childhood

and climbing up trees

My mattress is a bed of nails

with no perfect spot


Buzz! Buzz!

A monstrous bug crashes into my tent

bringing me back to consciousness

It’s wings are like evil laughter

making fun of my sleep

The bug loses interest

and cackles back into the dark sky

And I look up

towards the endless space

and enjoy its mysteriousness

all seems right