Poem: camp

What did the trees tell me?

Walk in the Appalachians

Proud as British Brass,

I used to whistle; nature can’t humble me.

What did the sky tell me?

that the birds don’t take too well to inflated balloons,

stuck in their trees

so I shrunk my head in the laundry room

didn’t talk more than I should

let the birdies sing.

What did the water tell me?

I am at their mercy

big blue and godly

so, I began to bow my head

waterfalls almighty.

What did the bugs tell me?

This is their home

They welcome their guests with pin prick kisses

What did the sun teach me?

It taught me I want the form

The function of light.