calling: motorists

it looked so romantic
for a second
almost surreal
green grass
bright
rain wet
almost sparkling

multi-colored tents
patched up here and there
plastic and vinyl make-shift
homes there
just east of the river

you’d call it a campsite
there on the side of the 10
if the people there weren’t
living there all the time
if they were burning trash
in an oil drum for the fun of it
if they weren’t cold and wet
maybe hungry, maybe ill

so easy to miss it
i happened to be on the Silver Line
i happened to be looking

how much do we miss
when we move so fast?

how much do we pass by
pretend not to see
intentionally?

let’s slow down

the somewhere we pass
through is as real
as the places we’re going.