By, Jack Joseph

Long bus rides seem boring
We have yet to learn the truth:
The only nap-time

Shooting stars above
Astronomers call out
“Get to the shelter”

Calling in the troops
Conflict escalates; so let’s
not go to Gaza

Serene desert night
Rustling near the tent flap
Camels shout “Hee Haw!”

Can’t wait for snorkeling*
They’re all taking their sweet time
Please let’s go; Yala!

(*Snork-ling)

Forty rowdy teenagers
All stuck together for weeks
You expect quiet?

Hot and sweaty hikes
Time to get back on the bus
Humble dress code? Fuck that.

Fresh baked rugulach
Got my hummus and Challah
I’m ready for Shabbat

So many people flew back
They all left at JFK
Only one flies west