Out here what links us is not how close we are in space,
but how close we are in heart.
We gather at brandings, funerals, and fires.
In town and the bar,
at the fairgrounds.
We take the time to inquire, and word travels…
We know who is suffering and who is celebrating,
sometimes before they do.
Though long absence sometimes separates us
The joy of easy conversation,
Shared jokes, old stories, maybe even a song,
or a poem
Solidifies our rural society,
in a way that can’t be found in town.
Or at least, for us country folk, the urban noise and the ruckus—
it confuses us.
We can’t wait to get the hell out of town
to where we can visit.