Neighbourhood Full of Campers

Today,

I had awaken,

Sprang up energetically out of my cozy bed

House was quiet and serene

Windows were open,

I could hear birds singing with the breeze in the background

Man, am I ever so lucky… I thought to myself

Such a simple aspect of life yet so freeing in wonder and delight

A jog was a must

Legs glide back and forth,

Arms match the pace

As I move, it feels like magic – I’m flying up towards the stars outside of the galaxy

… no reality at hand

Back and forth, straight ahead, no looking back

As I enter the park,

all of the magic disappears

I see campers

My dillusions blur my thoughts

I want to believe that they are camping just for the summer

Five tents in the park

Trees are so green… hovering over these tents

As in need to comfort and shield them

Sun emits light and heat

Toasting my brown skin

Sky so blue it can burst into tears

Are these folks really just camping?

So compelling to believe a park full of citizens, of this country…

have not a place in sight to welcome them with open arms

That’s all they need

Canada,

Such an enormous country

No park should have a neighbourhood filled with permanent campers