Last friday a homeless man asked me for a sheet.
Confused, I laughed to myself.
I was dropping off food and water.
Silly man. He could have asked for more.
Cant he see how good I am?
This friday I tossed a light, clean, crisp bundle of
Love
and sleep and dreams and whispered secrets
morning sunbeams and mid day tickle fights
and a smell
that someone had worried about
and folded just right and stored safely away
until it was his.
Maybe next friday I wont wait to be asked.
Maybe I will spend more time listening
and less time criticizing.
Maybe I will spend less time thinking in
and more time thinking out.
Maybe I'll have a chance
next friday.