Intangible Life Keys
Each day he came with a full smile and can-do attitude.
I knew he was homeless, but his other truths alluded me.
Each task I asked of him, whether large or small,
was another job he consistently gave his all.
His manners were perfect, his education quite evident,
and each payment I gave, saw my money well-spent.
One day in mid-fall, while raking leaves side by side,
a perfect moment of shared ease freed my questions.
With no hesitation, my curiosity pleased its need.
I learned he lived with no address, no clock and no regrets, not
from circumstance, but desire to aspire towards bliss.
He felt society not only easy, but necessary to resist.
Smiling, he nodded towards my worn ring of heavy keys.
He shared that in his travels, he had acquired three.
The first unlocked freedom designed to find key two and three;
one key to inner peace and the other to spiritual increase.
He spoke with resolute belief, “I know it’s hard to conceive that any
man owns intangible keys, much less three, but just as yours
open possessions, mine aligned by design and opened bliss.”
Now mute, I touched my ring of keys, desperate to feel something.
... CayCay Jennings
July 10, 2016
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2016
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