Thursday, March 24, 2011


I saw them there -
on East Hastings.

Shuffling towards each other,
anticipation on their faces.

       Matted hair
       Dirty clothes
       Scrawny and gaunt
       Hollow cheeks
       Where teeth used to be.

Their eyes are locked
On each other -
In the midst of the storm that surrounds them.

They embrace.
Throw themselves into each other's arms.
Rest there awhile.

There is safety there.
      A knowing.
      A living.
      A losing.

The light changes
And I drive away.

Their embrace rests heavy on me.

1 comment:

  1. everyone has a story. not everyone like you takes time to read them.