camping

it’s not cold
says my mother, the universe
I am only piercing your pores to let you know
you can feel.

it’s not scary
says my mother, the universe
I am only shaking the bushes to let you know
you are not alone.

it’s not dark
says my mother, the universe
I am only blinding the lights to let you know
you’ll be bathed in sunlight tomorrow.

it’s not quiet
says my mother, the universe
I am only dimming the sound to let you know
chipmunks will ravage you with cries.

it’s not sad
says my mother, the universe
I am only showing you the beauties to let you know
you can come back.