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We The People
- solidfoodpress
- May 21
- 1 min read
by Cathy H. George
Almost everyone on the train is kind.
Can I help you lift that?
Will you watch my bag while I…
Do you want anything from the café car?
I’ll make this call short, promise.
Rummaging for ear buds
our eyes meet we bond over the annoying volume
that person speaks at
Over the loudspeaker our conductor tangles his words
laughs at himself
we laugh with him
Not knowing who voted for whom
We the people momentarily get along—
Knowing we are divided and cut-throat
The train barrels onward
God’s clanging cradle rocks back and forth
lulling us in voter anonymity
For a moment
up the eastern seaboard
differences that make oneness unimaginable
briefly dissolve
we share the same destination
hoping to arrive whole