#fourfingers

On a particularly freezing morning

In the city

I walk past a man bundled up

In all the scraps of warmth he could find

The buildings had taken his sun

But they gave him a place to lean

Next to a vent blowing warm recycled air

He sat there,

With his vent

With his rags

With his cup

And with his sign

In front of the coffee shop

His sign read

‘Jokes for coins’

I walked past him

With my steaming cup of joe

Leaving his cup empty

As everyone else did

I sit here in bed

3:39AM

Trying to understand

What I cannnot understand

So why try?

You ask

Why ponder,

Of sweet nothings

Or stare into the existential void

To which there is no return

Why wonder,

Why our species is obsessed

With expansion

Or reality tv

With the rich and famous

What’s a kardashian?

Why question,

Why so many fear change

Or why some need

While some need not

Nationalism

Why we’re not all immigrants,

Transplants, Nomads ,Vagrants?

Why football players get paid more than

teachers

What we will do in space

If we can’t take care of our earth

What else am I to do?