July 10, 2012
Begging To Give
The mother and the baby are coming through
He said, “I sleep in the subway.”
It feels good to give. Don’t you feel it bubbling up?
I took him out to pizza and he started to sell umbrellas.
“MY DEAR FRIEND, we will be begging to give each other gifts,” I say, “someday very soon—you’ll see.”
“They don’t even see me” he said.
“It’s a gift that I can see you this way so I can give. Oh, I sense it,” I said, “that very soon, I will be the beggar—begging to give to the blind.”
We walked like good friends on top of the world.
we sing the rhythms of the city together.
He said, “sleep one night in the subway. Just one night. Just see.”
The rhythm of the traffic. I hear the women with their strollers, I know he speaks in tongues.
“the subway workers let me use their showers when they’re not using them. The people who don’t have showers sometimes give me their clothes to wash them. ”
“there’s something to put on the resume,” i say.
How lucky I am that you would take me home, give me a first class tour,
“Yes, it’s a blessing from a long time ago.” I thought he’d follow me all night.
“I’ve gotta go,” he says “I have umbrellas to sell—got ‘em wholesale from the vender on the street.”