Backpacking Realism

It's like the sky fell in the water

now it ripples 'round my feet

as they swell, and I think
    and grovel and stink

in a thin crust of salt
and premium DEET

I ogle at more rocks and trees

that line majestic shore

as though I didn't see enough

of this the day before

and barely smile

because even my face

is feeling mighty sore.