It’s strange to see how people gather.
Just a few miles away,
Homelessness is everywhere.
And every store has a security guard.
And here, in the suburb, there aren’t any,
Homeless people that is, or security guards.
And I don’t know what to say about that.
It’s just an observation.
And yet, it’s also a comfort that if I choose
I can put some space between myself and the world
Where I have to constantly think about things being stolen
Or where to park because they patrol the parking lots at night.
But it also means that I must venture out
If I desire to be touched by those
Who are different than myself.
