I have unpacked once again,
arranged all for that ultimate
sense of home,
flowers here,
bed there,
a kitchen of sorts along the wall,
a door of cardboard, all utterly
manageable, not quite
the utopia we talked of,
our futures blended,
unreliable, unknowable.
Spent, we face each day,
upbeat, making order out of chaos,
seeking beauty in the smallest kindness.
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| "Homeless" by Ryan (Flickr) |
We have much to be grateful for every day, well past the essentials. So as we wind down to the end of the A to Z Blogging Challenge, this poem came along, a celebration of the letter "U". Sometimes I think we don't realize how close we are to living homeless.
Read what others A to Z Bloggers have written HERE.
I think in the "Great Recession" people became aware how easy it is to cross that line to homelessness. It happened to many "regular" middle class people.
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