welcoming the raindrenched

i call that a peemergency i say about what happens
in the woods when the nearest bathroom
is across the swinging bridge
across the river
how we hold the umbrellas up and
gather under the tent and sing
and sing and sing welcoming
the raindrenched teens back
from their wilderness trek
the wild fiddlework
of the band while we
swing our partners and
stomp the grass with our bare feet
do-see-doe-ing up and down the line
running under the bridge of arms
from the water world:

Oil floats on the surface on the Lake Maracaibo in Lagunillas, Venezuela. – voice of america, day in photos