Experience at a clinic event for the homeless

They rush through the gates

Shelter, food, and safety away from all the hate

I stand with a white coat

Needle in hand

I am frozen by the words being said

She hasn’t had a bed for many years

And I’m supposed to ask if she has insurance.

Strange Things

Let us fall

Although children we may no longer be

In this skin torn, old, and wrinkly

We begin

Again and again

Like the seeds falling from a tree

Birthed from death

Oh what a strange thing to see

My drifting soul becoming me