A Handful Of Darkness

A homeless old man looking for a moveable meal

A Handful Of Darkness

The gray man went whistling down the highway

To the rail stop where trains go speeding by

Keeping tempo to the clicks with fascination

On iron which makes you think of laughter

But only ends in tears on tracks still crying

In the heavy rain so far away from nowhere

Pounding rhythms rise to drive a man insane

Midnight comes to hide the face of sunlight

In shadows foreign to a foreigner out of shade

The old man follows rails to their conclusion

To an open pond with fish who look surprised

Who look delicious to the passers by

Fish, who are good at avoiding contact with a smile

Evading capture from a person with a stick

And a line made out of plastic thread, pose no threat

It is a trick because there is no bait on it

Back at home, a cardboard box is castle

Empty dreams and stomach park inside

A rock is a pillow for the homeless

In his fist he holds a lot of nothing

And when he opens it there is only dark

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

This is a painful truth for so many a few weeks ago we had to drive to get our middle son who had become homeless and was living in the park. It was very painful for us and we were greatful he was able to ne honest with us and ask for help.

[Earl Schumacker]

Hi Cherrie,
So nice to hear from you. I'm so happy that you and your son had a meeting of the minds to resolve that horrific situation. Good for you and him. I wish you and your family all the best. Take care. Earl