The Homeless Problem and Transient Peace Of Mind
By Reid Baer
I am forever anxiously
homeless – scared and angry. I do
not have a place of my own and
yet I am making progress in
a re-occurring dream. Tonight
I have been granted a gift – an
abandoned garage full of junk
but I can clean it up, change the
neon signage out front, put a
cot down, light some sweet mulberry
incense, take in the smell, and let
my senses call this home for now.
