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I am participating in the
All participants are sharing stories about moments in their lives, writing
every day for the month of March 2020.
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers!
I woke this morning with a certain homeless young man on my mind, wondering how he is managing to survive this time of quarantine and isolation.
Where is he now?
Walking home from the metro,
past the stores,
he always finds me.
Just a dollar for some food,
Just a dollar,
that's all.
The sad glisten of his eyes and
the nervous movements of his body,
tell me differently.
Walking home from the metro,
he moves into my path,
always reminding me,
seeming 'of me.'
I am pulled to engage,
to not engage,
to know more,
to keep my distance,
to talk,
to be afraid, and
afraid is more powerful.
Walking home from the metro,
I wonder,
what if I had told him
about the clinic,
what if I had told him
about the clinic,
only one block away?
How we sat together in circle,
everyone shared their pain,
the ordeals,
the addictions,
the addictions,
the stories that gave me trembles,
and kept me praying?
Walking home from the metro,
he finds me, and I, him.
Is he sleeping on someone's couch?
Or on the streets?
Where is he hunkered down?
Is his Mom somewhere, worried?
Is she worn out from the grief
of the journey?
Where is he now?
Where is his family?
Is his Mom somewhere, worried?
of the journey?
