A Good Place
March 29 2023
We're far away from everything.
Living in a hinterland like this
— the boonies, bush, sticks —
you feel detached,
a boring backwater
where nothing ever happens,
and if it did
who would know?
Protected, as well.
Because war, pestilence, famine
are always somewhere else.
The most excitement here
is a bear wandering through town,
and breaking news
is revised hours
at the local dump.
Attached by a single highway
— a long ribbon
of bad asphalt
impassable in heavy snow —
we observe the world through screens
and glossy magazines,
listen in
by means of radio waves.
And when I first moved here
the big city paper
came a day or two late
if it came at all.
But still
human passions are everywhere,
even here.
Behind the closed doors and drawn shades.
Behind the dark glasses the lady next door
wears to the Shop 'n Save
and doesn't take off.
In the alley behind the tavern
where empty bottles clink
and voices are raised.
Small dramas
and lives changed.
No wars
affairs of state
or worlds changed,
but notable just the same.
A good place
for peace and quiet.
A good place
to hide out.
A good place
to keep a secret
just between ourselves.
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