In the glass castle
we judged them
for the flaky freedom of their questionable
parenting skills
Funny not to see until now the
freedom of the homeless
It’s fun to be homeless
no responsibilities no worries
My mind turned as the coin with two sides
shadowy life choice revealing
inherent sunbeams
as fresh as the young wild turkey preening in that driveway
not perdue
just at home in the world
And as I walked around the affluent lake
surrounded by pristine homes
spanking with security
and the money that pays to ward off death, decay
the ties between the fundamentalist fanatic
ensconced in the velvet power cape of terror
and the complacent home owner
on his pedestal of moral respectability
came shining through
Darkest absolutes
attempts to anchor, pin, control, erase
uncertainty
have no place in a free world
Unpinned from property
a homeless woman faces flux
naked but for a few meager artifacts
Her fears and joys are her own
No one can terrorize her
She holds light and shadow in her every day
In her uncluttered glass castle
brightness bathes in shadows
and so visible is the reality
from which we all exhaust our days
in an attempt to deny
that in every snarling hyena
smiles a newborn kitten
that every dew-struck bud
conceals the venom of a predator
waiting to strike
Dragging his leg in a limp
gnarled unshaven cheeks sunken
from missing teeth
pity or charity misplaced
You have nothing he needs
identical to you,
faces bathed in sun and
tremulous
night
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