If I ran too far away…Would the thoughts continue to haunt me? Have I done enough? Have there been changes due to my recourse?
There is always a loss for me…When avoiding those with less than I!
A young woman! Do I question how she began her turmoil? Eight months pregnant! No more than twenty years old! Looking for money. Looking to get back home! Is it a fable? Her story laden with the same old…same old! Young, strung out, pregnant…
I shook her hand and walked away. Not before, offering her advice about a local church group familiar with persons in her situation.
Could I have done more?
How harsh the lack of wind?
Nothing but damp hands…
Nomads clinging to all the sins.
Cattle circling ’round a cynical funeral pyre.
And, I am nothing but the biggest critic.
A hoarding heifer on two hoofs.
Living a meaningless mile between home…
And, life without a roof.
Sometimes I nod in the direction to those less preferred by nature.
A hopeless sinner.
I know my place.
Just as soon as I, turn my blind eye…
to save face.