the trekker's nightmare


152. Leaking tents



It's not just that it's wet and dreary,
but it's freezing cold as well,
and there is no way to get warm
in soaked blankets and with drippings
following you mercilessly in whatever way you turn
to helplessly escape the cold and pouring streams
that find their way wherever you have something sensitive,
like papers, books, your camera, your toilet paper,
and whatever that can not survive a touch with water
will be sought out by the waters of the leaking tent
to cheer you up and force you out of bed with an umbrella
sitting upright all the night in freezing cold
until the rain stops, which it never does.
It could be worse, though. Drippings only torture,
but if something happens to the ground and waters move it,
you'll end up in a flood of mud and never wake up any more.





Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-09-01 at 10:21

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