Night Ferry

Neutral public space is a blessing

See the homeless man in the corner

Looks like an escapee from a mental institution.

He hesitates to leave the neutral ground,

What hangs between the boundaries?

The heat of people in transit is the respite.

Movement is a balm for the homeless.

A place of transition is a moment without worry.

A restful place before the blast of the elements,

Takes you back into the street and the hungry grid of ghosts…

And timeless desires…

Ride the moment of your time in public transit

It is a privilege,

Going with God Art You

Beyond your current reckoning.

Those in need

Those who flow without direction

Lost

Are not your concern

But they are.