Noise

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?

Canadian Citizenship

Collective belonging, responsibilities

Health and Safety

What of those rights and freedoms?

Oh Canada.

(Thoughts from late January 2022)

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