I'm tired of walking reading writing and NPR
All my activities of daily living.
I worked out hard yesterday
So today I just feel old
As I sit in the outdoor Rec Pavilion
Waiting for afternoon to become evening
Wondering what was I thinking
About the workout about everything.
Five silent screens are mounted on a wall
NASCAR and SEC softball to the left
Mexico and E to the right
Women's beach volleyball in the middle
USC takes on Pepperdine
And we have a winner.
Radio in hand and buds in ears
But I'm not listening
As AAA batteries are expensive
And who needs audio at a beach?
Below the screens sit two ice machines
One is alive productive and frozen
It's Bastrop's purest through expired filters.
To their right is a bright blue handrail
Freshly painted and leading to a trailer
Where a few felons make a few crafts
But not many as leather is expensive too.
Felons in front rows watch the screens
I could easily identify them all from behind
Even in their next cop lineup
But I'll never be a snitch
Because nobody likes a snitch
And the camp cat is asleep in my lap.
Is this place heaven or hell
Experienced through sorrow or bliss?
The answer depends on who's asked
But everyone is thankfully silent
And the cat never talks in his sleep
Still I know his answer.
The answer is most likely all of the above
As the Sunday afternoon Rec Pavilion
Is just like everywhere else
It's what I make it
And today I'm not making it.