Now is all there is
Now is all there is. We never once thought it would change. There would always be dusty roads and distances to cover And egg water and mildewed hay bales and volleyballs hitting us in the head. There would always be long lines, too many people, and heat That descended like a sweat fog covering the land like a pestilence, Or like a brick of congealed gummi bears left out too long. Every year there was summer and there was Cornerstone, We lived all year planning, scheduling, debating, Coming up with a theme, making T-shirts, producing press kits, ordering doughnuts, And yet we were never ready. Never prepared with enough golf pencils at registration, never enough volunteers, never enough This and that and so we made Wally-runs. Back and forth, there and back. And always we added on, just one more thing to the list Or stopped for a DeeQue, or brought back coffee or a water gun Because there was always so much cash floating around; we could never run out. ...