On an unfamiliar road
for no particular reason
some days demand a ride
a question I used to hear
echoing in my head, “why
would someone live here
so far from everything?”
or “why open a business
in the middle of nowhere?”

But one person’s nowhere
is someone else’s somewhere
they have their own things
and mine are inconsequential
to them, it’s the nature
of this crowded planet
we can see only so much
we can understand perhaps less
we can only keep our eyes open
as we are passing through,
passing through.


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