Friday, December 19, 2008

Never Homeless

He is never homeless.
For the earth is his dwelling.

The sky is his ceiling.
The earth his floor.
Tired eyes are his windows.
Day and night his doors.

He is never homeless-
As long as the trees have the earth
And the birds have the sky.
This is where he lives; this is where we live.
Still we call him homeless.
Why?

-Starlette McNeill

In Washington DC's Street Sense Newspaper
"Where the poor and homeless earn and give their two cents"
Dec. 10-23 2008 V.6, issue 3

3 comments:

plant a seed said...

this is from a paper i bought at the metro station. the man who was selling it said "hello my sister". so i found a dollar that i didn't know i had and then had a nice conversation with him. i found the poem inside the paper while on the train... as i was thinking of our conversations about belonging... and disconnect - afeefa

Anonymous said...

Too good, a very touching and expressive poetry!

Fatima Suhail said...

too good, a very touching, expressive and close to heart poem.