Shifting Sand Poem by Francie Lynch

Here is my home town.
I'm lucky to live here,
To have grown here
With all our familiar streets and sights;
The houses where we lived together,
The homes of my childhood friends;
Our schools, churches and local attractions
Are mostly here.
The comings and goings of the locals
Are documented in "The Observer."
Familiar and strange.

Today I see a city of cards and cardboard cut-outs.
Sarnia is a museum display of life
In the 20th century I study from this side
Of the display case.
In time, the partition separating us will dissolve
Into a pile of shifting sand about my feet.
What I do with the pile is entirely up to me.