Homeless

HOMELESS by susan q miller ©2013 To others she is homeless out living on the street. Living—she is—living free. Is she? She’s a paradox unanswered, A question unresolved. Is she truly homeless- I wonder, as she passes with a smile, pushing her heavy burdens with flair, with style? Or, am I the one who’s homeless, my soul an unfed child, my closet full of burdens hidden in the dark. She pulls hers through these rutted streets, her face a light, a song. Reminding me that home is where you are.