Order of the Arrow

Three days and topo, Drawn circle to stay Within; can’t Encounter another. Three days of solitude Bare provisions, no tent; Fruit, jerky, one egg, Three matches. The rest of food to find Mid-summer, Sierra, Plenty if you know, Nothing if not. Night one, little sleep Chilled, shaking fingers Touch flame to tinder – Welcome whisp. Eat one half orange Put egg within Then orange into coals – The first breakfast. Eve, day two, The silence doesn’t speak; Smells and sounds Grow strong and loud. Night three, a voice Different language Primal, musical, Ecstatic, empowering. Hike back, meet others Sit in circle, no talk, Eat sandwiches Listen to a drum.