Cowbells

Cowbells clanging around our necks, we lumbered into the bedroom and collapsed. Elaborate rituals of farewell before floating off to dreams. Knife-blades exchanged in the darkness. The folds of the universe enveloping us in sleep. Touch your hair and your forehead. Biting absently at your nose. Sprinkling mist lapped up by fools. Washington State falls away in a flash of green innocence. Mandalas dancing and dazzling on our backs. Eagles soaring majestically with stones tied round their necks. The waterfalls we waded through to get here. The times we spiked our tents to the side of a mountain. Oranges rolled down from the top at us.