The Man with No Home

Sonnet to a homeless man

I found the need to grab pen and paper late last night as this sight held me captive.

I see you down there…

Sleeping on the ground, the rain falls like a shroud over you,
A worn blanket is your only protection.
As you lie on the unforgiving concrete,
A luxury apt building at your side in a prized zip code.
Windows lit up with giant TV sets in full view.

The Great Divide

No comforts for you, no bed inviting you to sleep.
And yet, at your side lies a world so different.

I feel for you tonight,
As I stand in the comfort of my own surroundings..
Gazing down.

What do you dream of?
As the cool, damp air envelops you,
Your silent companion.

The moon struggles to be seen from behind a cloud,
Its light may not find you,
But I hope that, one day, the sun will.