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July 24, 2007

This weekend, our church did a kind of revolving camping trip, where folks cycled through a campground in the mountains of West Virginia in shifts. I came at the very end, drinking deeply from the last 24 hours.


Decompressing on 66
Suburbs give way to exburbs
Traffic gives way to trees
Then unwinding on 55
Straightening the curves
Tugged left and right, up and down
A cacophony of wind and music swirling through the car
Until I stop counting minutes and miles
No longer in a hurry
Twisting my way through this extended moment

In the next movement
Utterly alone, floating across a mountain lake
Pushing a canoe with a feather
Silent but for the sucking slurp of tiny whirlpools
And the skittering dribbles of water off the paddle
Windless, the still water is a mirror
Doubling trees and mountains, clouds and rocks
Until I’m paddling upside down
Moving with neither time nor effort

Then, to holy Eucharist
Hot jazz with foil and fire
Give and take
Dance of flesh and fruit
Cold drinks and hot knees
Sugar on a sassafras stick
Curiosity, understanding, familiarity, love
Sharing triviality and profundity
Delicate hearts touched by dirty hands
Our lives carried up like smoke

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2 Responses to “Camping”

  1. kate says:

    I’m so sorry our time didn’t overlap. I almost couldn’t bring myself to wash the sweatshirt I was wearing at the campfire — it smelled so good, like camp smoke, afterward.

  2. WMS says:

    NICE! That’s how I was going to describe it if I were pensive and thoughtful. Thanks for that Mike! **snaps**

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