Sports Camp

Reading Eldridge Cleaver, thoughts of a black man in Folsom Prison
in the 60´s and I can feel his rage and his extremism through his writing.
And curiously my mind jumps to highschool Sports Camp afternoons in August,
in Eastern Maryland, having to be out in the scorching heat
in the fields, of the 2nd session in the afternoon.
Too hot to go for a run, except in the woods, or play soccer
when we should have all been napping, yes, like here in Spain.
Knowing the 2nd session was over around 5:00 and heading home
and to diner and was it swimming night or movie night
and to giggle away in dorm rooms, sneaking out to scurry down the hall
illicitly meeting in the bathroom, after we were sequestered
one toe outside the threshold of your room and punishment
was push-ups, or wall-sits. And the coaches made it into a game,
before lights out and just after they hovered,
how many can we catch.