Right outside my office window. bundled up in homelessness, there lay a solitary man, covered head to foot in blankets and he lay upon a bed of cardboard boxes flattened to be his comfort from the abuse of the stony soil.
I have everything yet I have nothing to give. He must not stay and it does not matter for there is nowhere to go. He was moved along, wordless from him, no acknowledgment of dismay, no word of resentment. Silent.
I claim my hours for my pay and still I have nothing to give.
Is this how we are? Helpless? Is this who we are?