saturn by night
Camping with the team, the one that dreams. Something in that is funny, I hope. Three days and two nights.
The highway there gave me chills, made me feel trapped by the metal shapes moving back and forth, little commanders inside screaming and banging on the dashboards when I wouldn’t get out of their fucking way. Everyone around me was so loud, so angry, singing, punching the ceiling, away from here.
The man in the wrong pavilion showed us how not to get there, his advice was taken wholeheartedly, my chills traced down to the base of my spine where they sat for the next day.
We walked once we arrived, Brendan and I setting out to the unknown, something we never have at home. Through scratching underbrush we found a wall of stones, built by someone we’d never meet. We followed it.
It took us over creeks and past trees with knots in them that looked like piglets curled up against the elements.
The lake was cold. Later we all fell in, so deep, I never felt so fresh.
The next day more of the people we wanted to run away from showed up, my funk was gone, did I mention it? Well- it was gone then and we shoved out into a new day. She gave Sam and Michael tattoos and we sang songs that streamed from our strangely frozen minds, one of Saturn and its inhabitants, the other of a tree in the night.
We left.
On our way back a truck was painted “Sam”, I wonder if she thought it was supernatural guidance. I hope not.
I hope not.
It should rain today, I want to drive.
