There’s Life After Givah
There’s life after Givah. It’s hard to envision
the world going on without Gaga’s precision,
or overnights, undernights, catchable flags,
or lanyards or rock art or bugs in your bags.
In time, the displacement won’t feel quite as strange.
But some distant day, when you’re thirty-and- change,
you’ll think of a place with a name meaning hill.
You’ll remember a song, use a leadership skill
(or the nagging a newsletter taught you to do)
and you’ll realize that Givah still lives within you.
And meantime, the pictures are recent and clear
from all the best moments of this very year.
Community service, and waterslide trips,
and dancing and spinning and swinging your hips.
Maccabiah cheering, and getting your bets in,
and rooting for fun, every Flintstone or Jetson.
Vermonsters, and guests, and a fundraising swim,
topped off with a joyful and resonant Zim.
Your feet know the dances. You hear every tune
you’ve learned since the camp came together in June.
It’s August, so go! Live the months in between.
Here’s hoping we’ll see you in 2018!