I’ve got spiritual jet lag. My body is in California
but my soul is in Wisconsin.
It’s going to be weeks before I feel normal again
Though, to be honest, I’d prefer to not make the transition.
I was on a Road to Eden and now
I’m on a road to the grocery store to buy my own food.
Let’s hear it for a dining hall full of perfect bananas
every cereal you could imagine, and trays of watermelon
that really knew what it was singing about.
Let’s hear it for leaving all our possessions in the drawers
so they’ll be there in 2015. I personally stashed 613 phone chargers all over camp.
This is how I pay it forward. This is how I plant roots.
Let’s turn out the light in every room
so the only thing that illuminates is the sound that comes out of us.
Let’s hear it for old friends and new friends.
You have to know when you walk in the door for the first time
you become a forever friend.
We’re like a collective uber-b’sheret.
Let’s hear it for the music.
Do I need to even tell you that?
No, but I’ll say it again.
Let’s hear it for the music.
Let’s hear it for bold new open mic acts
like the first appearance of the fire department
and public declarations of lifelong love
that truly set us all on fire.
May that love burn forever.
May we all fall in love again
next year
in Ocnonomowoc.