|Jul/Aug 2006 Nonfiction|
Imagine their faces.
Imagine being alone,
unwanted and walking the dirty streets,
searching for a different tomorrow.
See their eyes.
See these orbs
while you avert yours,
not wanting to be drawn into the moment,
into the pain and the fear.
Picture the years,
tracing lines down cheeks
that have seen too many days in the sun
and too many nights in the cold,
wind and rain forever etching their tales
into the bronzed flesh.
Seize the moment.
Seize the opportunity to stop time
and capture one single instant of connection,
because it is the moments that we remember,
not the days.
Paint a picture.
Paint a story on a living canvas
that tells its own stories,
that cannot be spoken in words.
Imagine the faces of the homeless,
share my vision.