Just a mile and a half
Stretches between nowhere and nowhere.
But between,
All walks come together to share
Modest connections
And small-town charms
Between the soybean fields
And cattle farms.
Looking closely, there’s a lively town
A print shop, some banks,
Baseball field, a church—
Congregations giving thanks

To the little they have in this ship of friends,
Neighbors, family, teammates, and kin

That have been locked up and bruised
Left in this place, seemingly alone.
Or they are doctors and lawyers
Who now all call home.

And you don’t say goodbye to home.