Sleeping rough
like a leaf blowing
across the pavement.
never knowing
where I'll settle
before the breeze
of others discontent,
brushes me from
my resting place.
I wonder like a cloud,
never stopping
in one place.
I'll never rain down,
all that's kept inside.
I'll never have
a sliver lining.
Just one with hues
of regret, of better times.
You can hear
the rustling
plastic sheeting.
The breeze is light here,
We can stay
for a little while.
Leaves fallen
from the tree
will never be still.
Ever moving,
Ever restless.
When will we again
see from a higher elevation
other than below there feet
crumpled up like a fallen leaves.
