Honey From The Rock

This is me. About to die.  sunburned shoulders and peeling nose. rock wall climbing with straining harness, aching muscles. horse hair smooth under the wet, clinging dirt. purple bandanas and plastic sunglasses. fields of green and grey with hot hot sun. pine trees and sand, everywhere, sticking to my feet. swimming in chlorine, soft blue cooling hot skin. lifeguard buoys red, tough, and smooth. chaco blister. zing and smack of arrows from bows, my designated proficiency activity, the joyful yellow of the smallest circle on the target. camp cheers that give rhythm to walking, eating, talking. three kittens all grey cuddle and warm purr. the quiet splash of canoe paddles in dark lake water, where I feel most at home. thoughts of my father and the woods when fifty feet above ground on a wire, shuffling towards the zipline. new faces, new ideas, new backgrounds, new laughs, new perspectives, new people.  Summer is here and real camp starts in two days with the arrival of camp