The campfire

I am camping 

grateful there is service this year

finally up in these woods 

people would say it keeps them disconnected 

from the “real world”

alas I have school work to do, it’s poetry

and the grandfather in the site across the way

is playing Joni Mitchell, singing along

listening for his grand-babies crying

while his daughter takes a bike ride after dark

and it’s when I am roasting marshmallows 

that I think of my father the most

how he taught me to do it perfectly,

patiently

growing up disconnected 

from the real world