I knew I had an hour
it was a brand new adventure every time he did
the good thing about watching him was that I learned
I never had a problem packing quickly
but that would be years later
that morning I escaped the madness
slipped out of sight and into woods
slipped past the brushes and light trees
back where the trees were thick both ways
trunks thicker than my own
hell, some had branches thicker than my trunk
I was a slight boy and lost in a new country
resenting it and wishing I could pay him back
but just that morning I had escaped those thoughts
lost in the wonder of stout trees growing close enough
their leaves and branches interwove
and made a kind of night in daylight
a stream wandered among those trees
and for a while I wandered with it
then realized my hour was nearly up
I hurried back to rejoin the family
and got there when he had only
two bags left to fit into the trunk
my day had begun successfully
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