Hemmed in by a semi and a pick-up truck
Flags waving, horns blaring
Hanging out their windows
I felt momentarily squeezed in by both sides
Where are my exits?
How many more lights?
I tell myself
My son, who is sitting in the back, is safe;
I am safe,
Keep looking ahead, don’t look to your side windows,
You are on Eighth Street, in Saskatoon, you are ok.
I cannot imagine
The weeks of blaring, the constant noise
Intrusive, loud, demanding
MY RIGHTS, MY FREEDOMS!
Is this what you signed up for Mom?
Collective belonging, responsibilities
Health and Safety
What of those rights and freedoms?
Photo credit Jason Leung, Sept. 2020, Unsplash,
(Thoughts from late January 2022)