I call it my date,
A date with myself,
Making the sweaty trek from my car,
I wander back into the woods,
Back to the place I've visited so many times before,
Where I take comfort,
To sit on the rock with my name on it,

It's a lunch date,
My food, my book, my notebook, and me.

My thinking spot,
To think about what?
It really doesn't matter,
It's like my own private island,
Secluded from the rest of the world,
Just to listen and watch,
To breathe and to feel,
What happened to all those people I used to know?

Now all I see are strangers,
Hurrying to and fro,
Not even looking me in the eyes!
Off in their own little worlds,
Chatting with their friends,

But here I am,
Content with who I am,
Who do I need to impress?
So maybe I'll just hang out for a while,
Make this a scheduled date from now on,

My food, my book, my notebook, and ME.