Dee Matthews - Objective
She drives through dawn, catches
the sun on the horizon, to-go
cup in hand, always solitary,
these moments to collect her
thoughts. Fills her vessel before
offering to others.
The warmth Is welcome before she
steps into the elements.
All seasons visit the three-hour
picket, dressed for all eventualities.
In righteous cloaks of solidarity.
She feels like a fraud, lauded
as helper on these days
of their docked pay but chases
intrusive thoughts away.
Her conditioning won’t help their
situation but her determination
will.
Written By Dee Matthews, EIS
