Under the Stars by Powell River for Ed Roop

by Ben Rasnic

Sometimes in summer
I miss the country
night air
where the only sounds
are the incessant chirping
of crickets
or the thick sploshes
when flashes of smallmouth bass
breach the surface
of Powell River cascading
moss-covered stones
beyond the flickering light
of campfire
as I lie
in my sleeping bag
& stare at the sky,

finding comfort
in the permanence
of constellations.