Contemplating Homelessness

There is a thrill in letting go.
Every thing that holds
onto you
is nothing now
to you
but a means to an end
or an anchor.

I look forward to
being free and
drifting
and settling to land
where I always knew I would.

And everyone knew I would
wind up here
because everyone asked me
why I hadn't.

For a season,
anyway.

What are you bringing with you?
Just a suitcase.
How much room do you need?
Not much. A bed. A place to put my bag.
Maybe some closet space
maybe a shelf in the bathroom.

Just plug me into your life where I will fit,
I won't take up much space.
I'm never home anyway.
Although I could be.
If it suited me...
If you buy the food, I'll cook it,
if you lay out a blanket on the couch,
I'll sleep there.
Put a book on my night stand, I'll read it.
Keep a light on for me...
or reach over to turn out the light beside me...

Don't let me stop you.
Keep right on living your life,
seeing your friends,
working 60 hours a week.
I'm just grateful for a place
to sleep
with my bag by my head
and a sheet over me.
It's not under a bridge so in that way
I have a leg up
from my family.

God bless you
and thank you
for keeping me.