was there a time.. when this…these things didn’t matter to you…to you…

house…car… pursuit of dollar after dollar after dollar…and for what… a scorecard is kept…

we slept in separate quarters…always did…never far enough away to appease..no…never…

and now this metal chair is my bed…a table to rest the head upon…in from the cold…protected… safe arms…those of  Christ… Vishnu… Buddha…there is love…

no-longer looking for you…what’s done is done…

transitions….