A boy’s bloodshot eyes
guide his body
atop the dry
mountain pasture

The daylight wanes
A mass of tents flank him

He shakes his head
with a wince
to the sight
of a tent that he calls home

The daylight wanes
A mass of tents flank him

The words welcome home
are scribbled
on a cardboard doormat
with permanent marker

The daylight wanes
A mass of tents flank him

Looking at the vast open land
below, he sees



    billowing clouds form shadows
    that undulate across the terrain 



The daylight wanes
A mass of tents flank him

He rests his head that night
feeling peace
knowing
this too shall pass