Homes and kin and not just jobs
had been taken from tons of us.
And so we gathered
and called ourselves the freedom convoy.
Canberra, 2022.
Real hard. And yet, we cooked and ate collectively.
Lived off donations on gifted camping space.
A great many hordes of gratefulness
and righteous resolve
and all of that.
Well, not so perfect as that sounds; still human, still
messy, y’know.
But thousands and thousands moving
to places beyond,
to places together.
I can’t feel only indignation
re what forced us to that point.
It’s like heartbreak and failure, y’know;
like the broken bones and the miserable years
and all of that.
It’s hard to wish these never were, with all
the lessons, the growth, the openings. All of that.
I recall the walks I’d take
throughout the crowds,
returning with mates from across the nation.
Canberra, 2022.
It’s not all-encompassing
to abhor the hardest times
for a great
many
reasons.
