Someone said

When I told them about

How my father took us camping



During the weekend

Of the night we landed on the moon

Out in the middle of nowhere

No radio

No toilets

Nobody except us



When they said it was poetic

Do I tell them

That it was on a Sunday

We were on our way back

He took his time

Packing up that morning

I thought maybe

Maybe by the time they get there

We will be in range

But I think my father knew that

I think he knew

How poetic it could have been