Saturday, July 13, 2013
My canopy bed of leaves, branches and damp heat
Cannot block the rising of this eternal lamp.
Once on the rise, the heat yields to nothing, to no one
In the task of warming the ground and radiating concrete,
My home in this unforgiving city.
My daily trek begins today, early before many rustle,
As always, somehow seeking food, water and a hassle-free day
Building against hunger, thirst and law enforcement.
The brilliant sun has not been informed of my
Criminal life and status in this city of great muchness,
Shining down on us all, even on me, one rejected.
Living in such blinding light, yet I remain unnoticed by most,
As if I am not here; But the salty sweat on my face
Reassures me that I am present indeed.
No matter how hot, this light, my friend,
The One with hot fierceness refusing not to
Turn its unfailing light on ME!