Clusters of sequin at the bar

I want to embrace whatever is firmer and bigger than myself.
Like the sound of the wind around the tent
or everyone inventing their own colloquial happiness,
acting out, too bored or wired
with rancor to stop eating. And it’s true
I spent my whole life in fear of sharing my mind
but with a longing for it to be taken.

From “Someone Else’s Wedding Vows” in Bianca Stone’s rocking first collection of the same name. Maybe appropriate because I’m leaving tomorrow to go sleep in a tent for six days. Wish me luck in those Colorado mountains.