Over-Stuffed Cart
Poetic travels in homelessness
Mar 21 · 1 min read
I push an over-stuffed cart
with memories,
from a time
before I lost my home
and sanity
On the brick sidewalk
where I now travel,
I wheel a garage-full
of ladders, bicycle tires,
and bottles I’ll never fill
I move past people,
I’ll never know,
and stores with clothes,
I’ll never wear
I roll past stories,
I’ll never hear,
laughter and good times,
I’ll never share
But if I push far enough,
I will find a reprieve,
and be free
of life’s inequities
My name is someday
and my field of dreams
is right here
in front of me
All I have to do is push.
