Neighbor’s trash barrels overflowing.
In my own life, so much
excess, not just trash ─ possessions
and food and clothes and entertainment
and technology.
As I went around the corner,
I realized that the sad
young man I see, sometimes speak with,
occasionally give a few
dollars, has been away from his doorways
for some days. How many? In
the excess of my life I have not noticed.
He had gone from thin to
emaciated in recent weeks,
pulling even tighter into
his mostly silent world on the street.
A crumpled bill or a few
coins, even a few moments of concern
won’t solve his problems.
But, in the incredible excess of my life
and the lives of folks all
around me, can’t we find a way to make
it more equitable? Or, at
least be aware?
So many people on the fringe. You're right about excess - mine, too. I try to simplify, but the culture seems to demand "more." I often wonder about the street people - their lives and if there is any one left who cares about them.
ReplyDeleteThe photo is so emblematic. A kind observation.
ReplyDeletethese "stones are all so meaningful and relevant..
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you are playing this 'game'.
I hope it does as much for you as tit does for your audiences!