A Visão Das Plantas Acampamento Abandonado Grogue Coco Deitou Na Tenda -

Then the coconut shell—hollow, split—sang a low note. It said: I was once a tree's dream of the sea. I traveled far to be emptied here. This is not waste. This is rest.

And there was the tent. Faded orange, one pole bent, unzipped like a wound. Inside, the sleeping bag was flattened in the shape of a man—or a woman, or something that had once needed to lie down and not get up again. Then the coconut shell—hollow, split—sang a low note

I lay down beside the imprint in the sleeping bag. Not to sleep. To listen. Then the coconut shell—hollow

May we all find such a camp. Such a grog. Such a coconut. Such a laying down. one pole bent