Camp; Part 1 and 2

Camp (Part 1)

I tell her

I’m fine.

But

I’m not.

I’m not ready to

be left,

alone,

In the

unfamiliar

woods.

I’m not ready to

Kiss and hug

Goodbye,

On

Last

Time.

I blink,

Their car

Rolls down

The dusty road

Away from

Me.

Not coming back

A week to wait

In a peculiar place

Alone.

Camp: Part 2

I wonder,

where did time go?

Did I lose it

wadding

through the

deep

mucky

swamp?

Is it lingering

in the dining hall,

where we sang

one

last

song?

Is it tossed

about

in the waves

of the lake,

where paddles

glide through?

Or is it

captured

in all

the

smiles of

friendly cabin mates,

laughs of everyone around me,

and happiness,

spread lovingly

over

camp?