Adjatay Gold of Darkness

lives in the mind of those who covet beauty

 breathes in the heart of those who cherish soul

 It returns with such breath

Art is decontextualized love

A ship whose hull had washed away, it seemed. Though he was before me; still steady tied to the mast of his faith. 

In April of this year, I came across a man without a home on the streets of Northampton. A wheelchair-bound former carpenter who went bankrupt after loosing mobility.  One sign around his neck read "Random acts of kindness welcome.”  Another lay by his feet. 

I started for him, wishing at least to satisfy his hunger 

Though, what we found was nothing so temporal

a few words set us into a beautiful burgeoning spiral

to navigate ephemera 

We understand that every moment is a product of those before it. We see that our meeting is a culmination of all that has been. 

He told me his heart, thanked me, and blessed my soul as I left. He said that he knew that it was time for him to depart soon

He had no qualms about this