Turn off the TV, step outside the box
Step out into the night…two eight year olds and myself.
Into the cool embrace of a Colorado night.
A mile high, a mile high
Familiar backyard turned into a wilderness,
bathed in eldritch moonlight.
Teaching the ancient art…tinder and leaves, flint and steel.
Pyramids of dry branches, piles of deadwood.
Roar to life, as our ancient roots call us around the circle.
Dancing, telling stories…hold away the night.
Mountains come closer, nestle in with us.
It’s safe here around the fire.
Antidote to modern life. Infuse us with adventure and mystery
here in the heart of this quotidian land.
Box People snuggle safe in their climate-controlled boxes
as we play under the Milky Way.
We know.
We know this secret.
Here alone, together, under the stars and moon.
Tales from the Hips (and Heart) 