The wind wafts
what time stops
and in hair & skin & clothes- grows
and as you see
you know
from the long scraggly beard
his dress a bit weird
and then the pack on his back
goes to show
but do we help them?
no
we walk toe to toe
keeping to the comfortable world we know
with pressing needs
and worn knees
and in that my mind slows
a fountain to be found
and poem to be written
about this city that has me so smitten
but has made me so hard
and wanting no more to see
the homeless man in front of me
perhaps
it is from knowing
and working in a shelter
to know that everything is their enemy
and with my own fight against so many things in me
I have no more to give
but without the ability to give
we cannot really live
and in we enter into the conundrum
of self help and selfishness
and develping this
ish
this life
whatever it may be
but I know for me
only giving sets me free
and so I give you these words
so this moment may be heard and felt
and someone who is able, this man will one day help.
The end. [5/13/13]
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