Poem: ‘Camp’ by Isla Segal

Summer is delirious days

we are packed

on a bus

for days of adventures

mountain biking

then swimming.

We will jump off cliffs

into rivers

flip-flopping through the air

show offs

and adrenaline seekers.

We will climb

to the top of mountains

on our bikes

and look out

at the skylines

far

far

away

it will mean different things

to all of us.

When the rain comes

which is inevitable

we will huddle in the school bus

back to the beginning

wrapped in our parkas

and wait out

the storm

together.

We will find our purpose

in some version

of events

that happen

over this camp

most likely

we will not realize

that we have figured out

a reason to live

but someday

we will look back

and see

that these were the days

when we found

who we wanted to be.