Posted in Musings, Poetry, travel

School on Wheels 

Just two weeks left of tutoring and I already miss Heaven, Hayden, Bently and DeAnthony. Us tutors invited the parents or guardians to come view their child’s masterpieces. We hope they show up because these kiddos are so proud of their art. So much so they can barely stand to wait and bring the creations home, wherever home may be.


standing on street corners
holding signs, smiling through hunger
our eyes meet
i feel uncomfortable
what can i say
hand him a dollar
walk on my way

what easy solution exists?
none, when they choose street life
mental illness
chance encounter
he speaks of quantum physics
claims to have solved
time and space in minutes
calls us yuppies
a bygone ’80’s term

says he travels by day
Colorado, Texas
perhaps he will stay -here
with no family
they have gone their own ways
i wonder if they care
he unwilling to see
their love is real
he packs his machete and change of clothes.

(Met Jessie in Bloomington during our stay at McCormick Creek State Park. My husband and I sat at a camp fire conversing with Jessie and two other vagabonds. All three were homeless, Eddie, retired military and Ernie, recently released from prison, looking to start new and heading to Florida. They hadn’t invited Jessie feeling he was too unstable.)

McCormick Creek State Park 5/8/2017

Trail 5 is 2 miles through moderate terrain.  The White River had flooded so the creek was high and walking the 2 miles we encountered high water.  I had not seen Wolf Cave before and wanted to crawl through but it was too wet, not to mention it was really dark.  Claustrophobia could easily set in.  Perhaps another day.

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