I wrote these poems for my Plato quotes, and they form, for me the ideal mid-fall Chewonki weekend.
Out of my covers I poke my face
I look into the still, quiet space
The fire is dead, the cabin is cold
To stay warm I must dress with haste.
I push back my blankets and jump to the floor
The warmth of my bed protects me no more
I quickly put on all my warm clothes
Then I quietly walk to the door
Coldness attacks as I step into the air
I shiver while walking up to the chairs
As people arrive, they’re in their own world
But our day begins when everyone is there.
People wander here and there
As leaves fall swirling through the air
Hurried greetings of families meeting
All surround me as I sit in this chair.
People come and people go
Many places for students to show
Their parents, who frequently do
Have many things that they’d like to know
I am not part of all of these tours
I am just enjoying being outdoors
The wind in the trees is more than a breeze
If I spread my wings I could soar.
Lying still, under the sky
Gazing at constellations so high
Exclaiming with wonder at each shooting star
I slowly exhale, a wonder-filled sigh.
The bell tolls now, it calls me to bed
I look at the cosmos as I slowly tread
Away from the field, moving toward
My welcoming home: the cabin of red.
Back in my bed at the end of the day
Listening to what my friends have to say
I think about how great this place is.
And I know I would have it no other way.
-Tavo True-Alcala, Great Barrington, MA