I have ten dollars
\nto my borrowed name
\nstashed within my pocket
\nto spend on food
\nor gas
\nChoices.
\n I’m sleeping
\nin my car tonight
\nbut that does
\nnot bother me
\nany longer
\nfor I know
\nI have something
\nlocked away
\ninside my heart
\nto ensure it beats
\nevery lively
\nlovely happy
\nmoment of pure
\nunadulterated
\njoy and litanies sung
\nfor stars that shine
\ntrees that grow
\nclouds that storm
\nlightning that strikes
\nin the heat and dead
\nof night
\nforking the sky
\nwith brilliant
\nluminescence
\nof beauty wild.
\nI find myself
\nhere often,
\nin the out of time
\nand quiet spaces
\n occupied by none
\nother that my open
\nheart beating soft.
\nI used to hate it here.
\nI held negativity
\nfor far too long
\nand it has not
\nyielded profit,
\nso no longer.
\nEvery moment
\n is previous
\nand precise
\nand precious.
\nI am sleeping in my car
\ntonight and that does not bother me
\nany longer,
\nfor I know what I’m worth
\nand why I am here
\npetty Universal problems
\nnot under my control
\nso out of my worries.
\nI could not have a car,
\nthings may be far worse.
\nI must keep these thoughts
\nto hold my imagination steady
\nready for the next bright day
\nof sun or cloud
\nthe next opportunity
\nto welcome sunrise
\nand keep breath in my lungs
\nto watch the sunset
\nand enjoy my night
\nto keep my head above the waves
\nof turbulent troubled seas
\nand to protect myself
\nmine own lightning dangerous
\nbut never so
\nnever so visceral
\nso cutting.
\nI am sleeping in my car tonight
\nand enjoying my life
\nand all its happenstances
\ngracious opportunity
\nhanding me what I need
\nwhen I need
\na hand, a shoulder,
\nsafe harbor from my storms
\ndeep inside tumultuous
\nand raw.
\nI am grateful
\nfor every second I am granted
\nto fill my lungs
\nwith happy oxygen
\nfor the day shall come
\nI breathe my last,
\nand there is a world I’ve yet to meet
\nso many people
\nso many stories to hear and tell
\nand I’ve nowhere near my fill.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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