It has taken a long time
to reach this point.
It will take a long time,
it will take hard work,
it will take faith and change,
it will take patience
to reach another, better point.
22 August 2011
Shire on the Hudson
It has taken a long time
to reach this point.
It will take a long time,
it will take hard work,
it will take faith and change,
it will take patience
to reach another, better point.
22 August 2011
Shire on the Hudson
Filed under Poem
It happens almost every night.
I shut off the computer,
turn out the light,
and leave the office.
I walk down the hall to the elevator
and push the call button.
When the cab arrives, I push “1” and head downstairs.
Hector is there to see me out.
Sometimes we talk about weather or family.
Often we talk sports.
[Conversations got interesting when
my Steelers beat his Jets.]
Then I head for the door,
and I hear Hector’s final words:
always the same
always in the same, kind voice:
“Good night, Marko.
Get home safe.”
Get home safe.
We live in a world where so many have not a home
a tent in a refugee camp
a blanket in the back of a car
a cot in a shelter
a mattress in a brothel
a root of a tree
a spot on a subway grate;
a world where unsafe situations fill so many homes:
domestic violence
sex trafficking
war
exploitation
persecution
occupation
a world where the journey home
is unsafe
perils, dangers
known and unknown
lurk and strike
with regularity and ferocity.
In such a world, Hector’s words come as
a blessing
a benediction
a prayer that the day may soon dawn . . .
and a challenge that we work for that day . . .
when
every one has a home
every home is safe
and we all travel there safely.
Get home safe.
May it be so.
See you along the Trali.