he has a drink of lukewarm water out of a plastic bottle someone tossed the day before.
I have trouble deciding what to have for a meal
he decides quickly-
an old banana he found in a dumpster the night before.
I have a car to travel about-
he has his feet and legs to walk, and walk, and walk.
I have the luxury of companionship and friends-
he has no one, but the occasional stray dog that might roam his way.
I have a nice safe home for refuge-
he has no walls, no roof, no floors for protection.
I have a place for everything I own-
he has everything he owns in a backpack or old, rusty cart.
I have a soft bed to lay down at night and dream-
he has the ground, the insects, the elements as his bedroom.
I have a name and some people to recognize me-
he has no name but homeless
and, he is here for all to notice.
I am a freelance writer living in Santa Fe, NM. I have sold fiction, nonfiction, and poetry over the past 20 years to various magazines and newspapers. My most recent sales include: Rise Early Old Woman to Ginosko Literary Journal; Sewn to Life to Dialogue Magazine; Mysteries of the Arroyo, Let Her Sleep, and I Float to The Write Time and The Write Place; I Dream to Westward Quarterly; and Alive Now to the Poet's Pen. I love writing. Poetry is my passion. Not much money involved, but the reward of writing something that someone else might like to read or feel an emotion or be inspired by, is worth the lack of great riches.