Under the cover of an interstellar field
I sat in the park all night outside of my 67' microbus,
on a deck chair with a mug of a coffee in my hand,
I was looking at the stars but
was hoping for something more,
not because I wanted to record
it or take the picture of it,
but because I wanted to believe that
there are other territories and universes
I can choose to be in.
That I haven't been coming
back to this place time and time again,
that there is a choice that I can make.
So, today I was thinking about what it will be like if I was sitting in a big park right now and looking at the stars and this poem is what I came up with. Under the cover of an interstellar field, I would sit and I used the metaphor "Interstellar field" for the night sky filled with stars to convey how does the night sky actually feels to me. It's like a garden full of gateways to different worlds and this kind of camping is something I'm looking forward to doing it once this world is back to being a much safer place.
Do you like camping?
and if you have ever done it, what's your favorite spot?
Written by Rebekka Kaur
Picture by: Joe Lillington
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