In the most boring campground
I’ve ever been to in Colorado
Where designated sites are clustered
In unthoughtfully designed close proximity
Where sneezes are heard by tear drops,
Ridiculous tents and feature-rich RVs
Where there is no stream nor creek
Nor Mountain View
Even here
There is magic in the morning air
The horizontal sunbeams cast white golden
On portions of tree trunks and green pine clusters
Colliding bird songs
Join wind that sails wildly
Thousands of feet overhead
Here, even here
The inhale of fresh oxygen
Soothes my hardest to reach muscles
My brain ceases to problem solve
And I fully taste my coffee
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 10:18 AM UTC
In the most boring campground
I’ve ever been to in Colorado
Where designated sites are clustered
In unthoughtfully designed close proximity
Where sneezes are heard by tear drops,
Ridiculous tents and feature-rich RVs
Where there is no stream nor creek
Nor Mountain View
Even here
There is magic in the morning air
The horizontal sunbeams cast white golden
On portions of tree trunks and green pine clusters
Colliding bird songs
Join wind that sails wildly
Thousands of feet overhead
Here, even here
The inhale of fresh oxygen
Soothes my hardest to reach muscles
My brain ceases to problem solve
And I fully taste my coffee
