Homeless

“The foxes have holes, and the birds flying about have nests, but the Son of Man has no home of his own.” ---- Matthew 8:20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Never far from a home in his head, yet upon a dark day - he strayed. He spied a better home in her eyes, they had the shape of heaven, but they were so far away from him. They made a coffee date. Over steaming cups their fingers meshed like gears. Of a sudden he was thrown from a window, a window in his mind. For an awkward instant he was homeless. His thoughts ran to her, but by then her eyes had begun to wander, to admire the handsome barista. Like a small, abandoned child, distressed, he looked about him, yet there was no home in that world he then perceived, for the foxes and birds had got there first.