The Ones That Stay
While you were gone, working your 9-5, our blue-collar-town changed. People smiled, talked, engaged. Movement slowed, tension reduced—We are the ones that stayed.
I used to go.
My body in a suit of automobile armor, leaving home before the sun came up. I engaged the commute war.
I drove quickly past wild flowers—I didn’t see them. The air conditioning blasted. The heated, wild roses of summer—I didn’t smell them. I could not hear the bird’s song over radio advertisement. I was not anywhere. I was everywhere.
Now I stay.
My heartbeat pulses to the rhythm of community. I recognize faces—Happy exchanges. We enjoy our town, we share this space.
PHOTO COURTESY: MILES MCKEE PHOTOGRAPHY