Everyday Heroes

From the rightmost corner of my eye to 

the left, I see the glorious and the

hideous-- the triumphant, warm victories 

won by everyday heroes who can barely

get all they need to survive. I see the 

man standing on the platform alone, an 

awkward grin across his face, hiding the 

discomfort of the backpack that pulls and 

twists at his spinal cord. I watch as he 

raises his heavy hands up towards his head, 

waving them around in an empty motion

as he swats away the flies. 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, what we see on and near the subway...those heroes just trying to survive from day to day...the backpack..his life carried on his shoulders...swatting the flies, because they are there or because he just thinks they are there.

so sad...i do relate to this...i was born in NY and often rode the subway myself.

really visual piece, i like your style...you don't waste words...you make great use of each.

jacob