Nowhere to Land

Written by: HOLLY MOORE

He walks many miles 
with nowhere to land

Or stands for hours trying to 
find a place to travel

Days pass, no clock for him
he watches the sun move

Do you know what it is like to have nowhere to land?

Garbage bins are his “Olive Garden” 
except no breadsticks to eat

A pond if he can find one
is his juice

His clothes cover his skin
protect him from rain and wind

Do you know what it is like to have nowhere to land?

No boards put together 
for him to stand on or under

People do not see him
He is his relief

Waiting to make eye contact
one glance is his only chance

You do know what it is like to have a place to land.

©Holly P. Moore
   January 2013

Dedicated to a homeless man I met and those who desperately need our help.