I wake on the bank of the cool creek,

My back pressed into the sand.

I have wallowed a place to sleep

Like a deer,

But I'm not camping.

I live here.

I will have cattails and lotus seeds

For breakfast, this morning, after I rise.

But for now, I want to lie here.

I think of how it is

To wake with your head on my belly

And your fingers touching me.

I can hear the distant bells ring.

I'm not as far away as you think I am.

-jenn