Missing Hava Nashira 2022

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I’m sitting at home in Newhall, California
which has a serious lack of other voices.
I’ve got the camp crud which, thankfully
is all it is as I’ve already taken a rapid test
which only confirmed I have a serious case of Kavod.

Kavod for the merely four days of the
very best my life to offer.

Kavod for shockingly good camp food.
Kavod for hotel-like amenities at camp
my god, there was citrus body wash!
Was I at the Waldorf Campstoria?!

Kavod for hopping while accapellaing
Kavod for a recording device full of things to remember
My poor iPad has been waiting for literally years
to be refilled with the good new stuff.
(and reminders of the good old stuff.)

Kavod for I think the lake missed us.
Kavod for building something new on top
of the solid foundation of something thirty years old.

Kavod for deeply hugging friends who
I’d only been able to electronically commingle with
ever since the panny came to town.
Thanks for picking the green stickers, friends, I needed that.

Kavod for the people who picked any color sticker
just for having your eyes on hand. I needed that too.

I’ve got the camp crud here in Newhall
But actually, it may be the lack of camp crud.
My work emails are piling up but I hope they understand

I just need to declare my love in a poem
to my fellow people of song.

I hear next year is a day longer.
It’s a good start. Our world yet to come

Hava Nashira 2022.

Ken y’hi ratzon.

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