A gust antagonises
the tarp and flaps me
from the mattress
to inspect galvanized guards.
An all night stand
after three months rest in the base
of the trailer. Pegs grip
earth and guy rope.
Twang!
Taut enough. Satisfied
to return to bed and no need to pee
I turn to see a spider absent
from its home of
swinging raindrops and torchlight.
Asleep in a corner
branch to fix slack lines in the morning.
I towel my hair, flash
the time. Forty minutes
since the last check.