A Different Kind of Homeless

Alone
In a crowded room
A single within clusters
Like a rogue planet
Without a sun
Not beholden to anything

Quiet
In the cacophonous world
Like a stone
On the river bank
Hearing everything in its silence

Still
In the rushing waves of humanity
Like the tree
Rooted to earth
An easily found shady tether

We homeless
See and Hear and Witness
Life
From our
Solitary
Silent
Shelters

And we are called:

Writers

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~ by writermichelle on November 7, 2013.

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