Things That Have Nothing to do With Grief
When packing for your first trip to summer camp
1, We are artists and musicians
We are dancers and actors
We are students whose sole purpose is to swallow the life that we are given in the days we have to spend here
It cycles through us for all of our days
With it we create every moment
The murmur of conversation between new found friends, the steady pulse of laughter and love
In our final days here it will surge from our mouths in the form of goodbye promises and be offered back to the trees
When we leave, we go everywhere.
2, Our first steps on camp are the most important
With them we find our place amongst the cabins
We meet our bunk mates, our counselors, UD’s and instructors
Walking to Marek for our first meal it’s as if our feet were mallets and the earth was our xylophone
The music of our footsteps carrying in the breeze, harmonizing with the melodies of Stewart at sunset
The trees sprout from the sand to hear our chorus and to watch over us on our journey
Trees. Sand. Trees. Sand.
If on your trek through the forest you don’t get two substantial shoes full of sand you must not be walking far enough
3, The day you wake up to the six o’clock alarm and race to the tiny shower stalls is the day you become a camper
Your initiation is withstanding the frost tinged sanity that comes dripping from the shower head
Your prize is the polo on your shoulders and the badge over your heart
The badge that projects so much about yourself to those around you
Display it with pride because you have won it out of shear dimensionality
Show it boldly to the lake and to the trees
So that years from now they will still remember your name
4, Your classes, your rehearsals
Walking to and from you feel as if your time here could never end
In a sea of stars, constellations are made every time you say hello
Their website says they recognize the importance of the individual
But we are so much more important as a whole
Can you feel the leaves in the trees trembling with the greatness of our assemblage?
The way the sand lets out a contented sigh right before it tucks each one of us into bed at night.
5, In the words of a poet
We are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams
Everything we have to give is given here
And in return we are intrusted with a future that is limitless
6, This camp has been here 47 years
It has served more than 300,000 campers
And still each camper’s footprint is unique in all the world
I took my first steps in the sand
The footsteps roaring like cannon shots
Will-Will-Will you walk to main camp with me
Talk with me, Talk with me about whatever you feel is relevant
Artists turning blanks sheets to monuments
Musicians singing out their hearts through their instruments
Dancers holding their heads high
Actors reciting lines to their favorite tales
Brilliance in the form of laughter echoes through the camp
The exhilaration pulsing, pulsing
People back home ask me how long I am staying
And I say, “Not long enough”
7, The list they send you of things to pack was never meant to be an catalogue of items to bring with you
But rather a set of directions on how to best enjoy the things you bring back
8, I bring back an image of a painting by a young girl from Cadillac
The brushstrokes capturing the purity of the sand through her fingertips
9, I bring back the voice of a boy from Chicago
The voice that cracked with tears on his last day
10, I bring back my one true wish come to life in the form of a badge over my heart and a forest all around
The trees that stand tall beside me will remember my legacy here
As they will remember yours for years to come
When we go at the end of camp, we do not leave and forget
Because how can you forget a place that remembers you back?
11, Camp ends not because there aren’t any days left, but because the brilliance of its campers can only be contained for so long
12, Final Sunday comes and with it the reality that our time here is over.
But when you, my friend, go forth
I will run to the tallest tree I can find
And share with it all of my memories
That way, if you ever come back, this will still be
Performed at the Session 1 Blue Lake Camper Talent Show 2013