My happy place was in the woods.
My sad place was there too.
I found my happiness in the rain,
In the mushrooms, and in the bourbon.
I found my sadness in their tears,
As I read them poems
That mourn who and what we’ve lost.
Because we’ve all lost something;
I’ve gained something…
I gained the beauty of the dirt under my fingernails
And the bug spray in my mouth.
I gained the strength of the women who tell their stories
Around a campfire, bathing in the moonlight.
I felt their friendship wrap around me,
Like a double layer of triple XL sweatshirts.
They keep me warm.
They keep me safe.
I think I have found my happy place.
And I hope that we can go back some day.
By Beck Tantillo