Fragment – Fall 2009

I see by your sweet face
with its ever moving shadows
of pain and empty space
that you suffer

Your conversation is full
of humble wonder
at the workings of a world
you can’t quite grasp

Memory floats by in broken pieces
ideas tenuously connected
an interrupted posy of
information and resignation

There are glimpses here
of the man you might have been
had life been kinder
or you wiser

The man you are is dear

by Sunny Roxanne de Koning, Winter 2003, after a converstation with a homeless man sitting on a bus bench.