Tent Home

by Chris

This is my place here
next to the termite mound.
My tent, my home
For now.
Simply
Sufficient.
Not tidy, but arranged.

I feel fond of my tent.
Both tent and I seem
to have settled into this place,
gently.

She looks like all of her sisters,
this tent.
But she has taken her own space here,
next to the termite mound.

It will be with regret that I brush out the sand.
I will fold her down gently
into a bag,
not to see the light of day
for a while.
Until the next time, the next person
unzips her, makes this tent their home,
for a while.