I see a homeless man
lying on a footpath.
Our eyes meet.
He seems emotionless,
so do I —
for a different reason.
He doesn’t have a
place to live.
Here I am with a
roof over my head,
privileged,
advantaged,
yet I feel a malaise.
He’s struggling with
basic needs.
I’m with
existential ones.
I hope he gets over
his crisis.
Then I’ll welcome
him to another one.