Parallels

4AM. Cold and rainy break of dawn.
Work just ended, headed home.
On the sidewalk lay a mother and her little boy
Must be less than three years of age, he was naked,
Latched to his mother's breast.
I was cold but not as cold as he could ever be.
She is homeless. They both are.
But together aren't they home and free?

4AM. Cold and rainy break of dawn.
Work just ended, headed home.
To an empty nest.
I wonder if my children are feeling cold,
I rarely see them, they are 6 and 1 year old.
We live in separate homes.
Yet we are homeless. They both are.
As homeless as we could ever be?

4AM. Cold and rainy break of dawn.
Work just ended, headed home.
The poor.
The homeless.
In purest forms and miserable shadows.
United in wrath,
Surrender in parallel scorn.
At 4AM. Cold and rainy break of dawn.


*Inspired by a real scene along Ayala Avenue.