I love the places where nobody cares
Like this parking lot.
It is a miracle that nobody
Is rushing out to tell me to leave.
But on the other hand, I'm clean.
It might be different if I made a mess.
And I am not a vagrant. I serve a purpose here.
I simply prefer the peaceful places
That, at this particular moment,
Man's ambition hasn't claimed.
There is something sacred there,
A quiet that the world can't find
In all of its frantic getting,
And keeping, and protecting.
In the absence of all of that, I think,
God claims the solitary places
For those who do not care
For the accumulation
Of earthly things.
