It happened in a flash. winding down a Rocky Mountain road, a trio of travelers, basking in snow-draped vistas pulled off for a photo or two.
Their tires locked into a snow bank and after a few futile wheel spins, the undeniable truth sank in; they were stuck!
In moments, the slamming of car doors echoed across the valley, an ad hoc community of a dozen neighbors formed, converged and began to dig.
After a half hour of elbow grease amid vapor clouded exhalations:
“straighten the wheel,” “slow and easy on the gas” and “all together push now,”
the tires recaptured the road.
No one called "meeting adjourned" but as quickly as it formed, our ad hoc community dispersed into the winter chill: good folks working in harmony for a solitary cause.
E pluribus unum!
After struggling during the pandemic for a new poetry I think I have found it. This poem will be the first and title of a new poetry book designed to foster unity and healing in whatever small way I can help this happen.