Reflect

Sunset last Friday. The Slice.

I was alone
when I ran the five-mile loop through woods that the boy counselors do the last morning of Pre-Camp.
The dirt flew up in my face. It wasn't that hard.

The sunset appeared twice--
once in the sky,
once at my feet.
The same. It's not that hard.

We arrived at Sunday Night Cookout in matching t-shirts. Swarms of children flooded down the hill before we could peak it. They yelled our names and hugged us.

These are just a few memories of the past
week that will hold me steady this
next week as my sister and I make our way west,
I find a place to live,
she gets on a plane,
and I am alone.

Once in the sky.
Once at my feet.