Carol A. Hand

Shifting perspectives of the place where we live
Sometimes seen through the vantage point of an eagle

Other times seen though a well-traveled windshield as we descend

Winding downward into the working-class side of the city

A quick glimpse of the western ridge that changes with the seasons

Driving through neighborhoods that have perhaps seen more prosperous times

Watching light change with the setting sun, the plowed and shoveled snow in shadow

Into the heart of the city, not always the prettiest of sights

This old home of the Dakota, Ojibwe, was once was the fastest growing city in a new nation

Even though some of us may sleep through part of the journey
Trusting that those who watch over us will keep us safe

We will finally reach our next, temporary destination
Grateful both for the respite and the journey that we’ve shared together

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