at seventeen, her residential summer job was forty-five minutes away; the moon.
forty minutes too far.
just like her town, ten minutes from the district high school;
five minutes too far;
who’d travel such a distance?
can you imagine a commute that long everyday?
huddled in a particularly stormy part of the sea, a cluster of islands sits on rocky ledges. over the years, the residents of these islands adapted to the fierce climate and found ways to thrive. one notable example is the lighthouse they built on a sturdy outcrop in the centre of the cluster.
the lighthouse’s first lamp only provided light to a few nearby islands. before long, a more powerful lamp was created, then another, until all but a group of five islands were protected by the light. then the lighthouse keepers stopped installing stronger lamps. some people were confused by this decision: ‘why stop improving the lamp before all the islands are protected?’ they asked. but most people living on the well-lit islands simply went on with their everyday tasks.
I stand for courage.
I am not ignorant of fear,
it is inevitable, but I will not be ruled by it.
I will not always agree with others, but I can still work with them.
I have learned when humans live together
there is the possibility of conflict
but I want to learn ways to resolve it
by connecting with others who are different than myself.
live-streamed anxiety and fear
vie to be the next sounding board of corruption
since delving deeper than newsfeeds
to reveal moldy particleboard promises
would exert too much effort
1769 Saturday Cove