I was walking past him
In a body of others and the
Swell was such that I could either
Cling to the edges of the pavement
With my toes or move closer
To edge of the space
I chose acknowledgement
And moved closer, with respect.
He smiled, absently,
At peace and with full consciousness of the beauty of the day.
Knowing he was known to be there, even if for a moment:
An unwashed hermit.
Or an adversity crowned
Prince. And I longed to be indifferent
And to give him both money and water.
Because I believe in the unseen
And must therefore let it humble me.
I was foolish not to understand
That it was closer that I could think
And that we are all complicit
In the baser forms of it.
(© Copyright Pola Negri, 11/06/2017.)