Tomorrow is the first day of camp

Bring your pencils and paper

Goggles, beach towels

Bring your crazy golf tactics

Friendship bracelets, word counts,

Bring your hope for the summer,

Permission slip from your mother,

Campfire anthems, I can’t write anymore tantrums

Bring all those nerves and your jitters

Just don’t forget your nerve, shower slippers

That seed of survival germinating into creation

Change of plans, new arrival, that state of elation  

20 years on from those first summer days

Wondering if this’ll be the year I finally graduate

From Guppy to Dolphin, those old swimming grades

Whether Plotter or Pantser, enjoy these thirty-one days.