Camping # 2

(to be read after Camping # 1)

Why are we camping   
I ask myself
In the heat

Sweating my arse off
Swearing into the air
Frustration right there

The shelter needs to go up
You need food
We need to find the water tap

I need the toilet
And a cup of tea
They will have to wait

The heat rises in the air
And so do your emotions
You shout, getting it all out

We could return home
Sleep in our own beds
Eat at a table

But we are here
In a field
Out of choice

In the air that feels like
An oven
And we will have fun

Yes we will have fun
I promise
Once I've got this f**king 
Shelter
Up.

Camping # 1

(to be read just before Camping # 2)

You run through the grass            
Towards me                           
"Spin me Mummy' you shout            

I twirl you around                   
you laugh                            
head back, smiling                   

You wear butterfly wings             
immersing yourself                   
in the nature of the field           

Our van witnessing our joy           
as we dance our way                 
through the campsite meadow          

We become one when we camp           
Just each other for company          
And the details of the everyday      

We return home                       
Exhausted from adventures            
And planning new ones.

Functioning at 30%

I’m functioning at 30% today
My head feels back to front and my body the wrong way
We’re at the fountains in the park
First time of the year
A sign for summer to be here
I watch a parent as he runs around with his children, shrieking with them, laughing with them, spraying them with water to their delight
Guilt washes over me as I’m not feeling quite right
Heavy eyes still not quite open
As the day began early with you chattering away in my ear
Bouncing into bed with a cheer
My expectations of the fountains set too high
Hoping it would buy me a bit of time to rest and do my best after a busy week  
To sit and just be without doing things constantly
But you want to play and of course you do so off we go into the unknown of the fountains at the start of summertime.