How I Spent My Summer Poem #1

I worked without pay
But really that's just called love.
I loved without borders
But really that's just what I'm called to do.
I learned about intentional process
But really learned how to reach students.
My body processed climate change
But really that's what it's designed to do.
I hiked along the Pacific Ocean.
I scaled over lava falls.
I raced through traffic.
I dashed through empty streets.
I expored rich forests of books.
I trailblazed combinations of words.
I methodically distributed stuff from one locale to the next.
I began my manifesto against stuff.
(Yet I acquired more stuff.)
My eyes ingested baseballs flying,
a beagle crying,
nature thriving,
privacy dying,
orphans vying,
furniture buying,
and my eyes lying.