When I go into the wild
I am not a hunter of elk
or a wearer of a camo jacket
Besides throwing my boots in the trunk,
I pack my all purpose ruck sack with
a thermos of beet juice
sticks of cinnamon gum
savory sticks of veggie jerky
a peanut banana sandwich with hot sauce
a flashlight with an extra lightbulb
binoculars.
In case, the blackberries are plentiful
I will carry a small bucket
Hoping to return to our carport
in one piece I leave the porch light on
and pray the wildness of life
sticks to me this time.
It’s so fun to see what others did with this wacky list of words. You made them all fit in with finesse. I love the story you tell, and the list of supplies, which was a good way to get some of those words in. (Beet juice, though?) I love the ending:
“pray the wildness of life
sticks to me this time.”
Thank you. My father loved borscht so I put in beet juice.
This is so lovely in every way! I didn’t realize it was to that prompt at all, which is really impressive! The way the opening works is terrific, and I love how it builds to the end.