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sitting by a creek on a christian retreat.
far away from the group with a cigarette in hand.
i peer out across the expanse with all my 15 years of age,
across the rope bridge made to cross the creek.

it is a forgotten part of the camp.
abadoned to time and its mastery over everything.
as it has been given back to nature.
the caretaker of everything.

the serenity of the creek is frozen by its master.
during these months of snow and ice.
where not even the cigarette in my hand can
withstand the serene calm of winter.

my soul is at peace, my heart is in bliss.
my thoughts are clear, my death is far away.
i take a last drag from the cigarette and
toss it into the creek and its forgetfulness of everything.

i take my first clean breath into my body and spirit.
i cough because it is so clean.
time has its hold over me as well as nature
as i head back to the camp and return home.