Sometimes the best way to move
Is to stay still and let
The world move past you.

People pass beneath a gently
Fading sky, and so I see
A different scene even though
I remain in the same place.

Perhaps this is how I change
In other people’s eyes:
By continuing to be defiantly
Me, in spite of everything
And everyone else.

(My home was not a
Small town, but neither was it
A big city: I was blessed
With a happy medium in which
To find my feet, to find
The person I was always
Determined to be.)

My greeting dies in my throat:
To them, I will always be
The past, and so I turn away,
Choosing to stay in the present
And face the future.

10/24/2019

Author's Note: “I changed by not changing at all.” - from "Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town" by Pearl Jam.

Posted on 12/15/2019
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