Come Meat, Come High Water

John has written a Brocade using the emotion words Apprehension and Peace in connection with the photo below.

Carter turned over and noticed how easily his back relaxed itself into the warmth of his sleeping bag. No cell phone alarms, no responsibilities hung over him through the night. He slept twelve hours and never heard his brother snoring on the other side of the tent. Camping, for Carter, was a supreme form of recreation, an alluring descent into dozing serenity. He lay there, listening to the stillness of the winter forest. Suddenly a scent of roasting meat drifted into the tent. He could hear Rob working with the cook pot. What had happened? They were vegetarians. They hadn’t brought meat to the camp. But the odor was unmistakable. .

About John Wolff

Professor of Humanities John Wolff has taught at West Shore Community College since 1997. He has published numerous poems and essays in small magazines and in two anthologies by major presses. He is the author of two chapbooks of poetry (Complaints from the West-River Country and An American Solace), and, in 2016, his book The Driftwood Shrine: Discovering Zen in American Poetry was published by Sumeru Press.

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