I wander the streets: I am focused, I am hungry, I am thirsty.
But I am also lonely.
What will the day bring as I sit in the shadows, watching the world go by?
People with a purpose avoid my gaze.
Change is not to spare.
The sign on the bench says “Play Me!”
I wait patiently for the musician to return.
He will bring joy to my day and peace to my invisible soul.
I listen, I sing along, I clap.
The passers-by have not the time to hear the music.
Soon, I am no longer hungry.
The music fills my heart with comfort and I feel strong.
For a moment, I am not lonely.
(This poem is dedicated to Charlie, I met him on the streets of Chinatown in Montreal. He asked me to take his picture, he said he’d give me a nice smile. He told me that he is from Nunavut, and he loves Montreal. He also said that he loves to sing. We chatted for a few moments, I took his photo and he smiled. As I walked away he yelled out… “I love you”. )
© aim 2013