I have heard
there are no darker nights
or stiller calms
than in a tent.
I have heard
that in those nights and calms
the air encapsulated in a tent
can explode into swarms of mosquitos
and cicada killers,
that the moon lowers itself to tent dwellers
and uses its gravity 
to whisk the little nylon pod
out into space.
I have heard while in a tent,
a person can think so deeply
they can run the risk of being
so concentrated
so enthralled in the reverberation
of their own brain waves
they can shrink
and fall between the lining,
and the cell walls
of the grass beneath them
and wake up in the morning
pinned beneath their tent stakes.
Terrifying things happnen
while in tents.