It’s predictable, that tomorrow I will awake to:
'She will amount to nothing!’, they say vehemently
The storms occluded the sky
denying me the Stars
surrender to what they say
is an invitation to sudden death
my numinous world of God and soul
knows no sorrow, for I have evolved,

To elucidate a picture perfect life
lived in happiness henceforth
is the quest I embarked on
sitting, feeling the warmth of the Sun
utterly loved, surrounded by Mother Nature
I watched the fiasco from the park bench

A group of women gathered
to blather and view his wares
tall, dark and a handsome smile
he wore, the wares and smile an
atavistic throwback to the game of
greed he played daily, for a magnificent
home he hails from, a car he owns
parking away from the riverbed,
changing into threadbare clothes
befitting a man down-on-his luck,
plucks the watercress with an
expensive Swiss knife, into bundles
he makes, gently in his bag he places
before darkness recedes.

On the streets, he humbly pedals
his wares claiming ten bucks a bunch
which is too much for her, hoping to
make a delicious lunch, she retreats crest fallen,
unable to conceal her incipient tears
four of them, hunger to bear again.

I shed my monastic existence, there and then
to the riverbed I went, the watercress I pulled
roots and stems, in my pocket it all went
he approached with animus, shouting abuse
over my destruction of his livelyhood
‘How could you standby and watch people
suffer!,’ I screamed livid

To the young lady with too many
mouths to feed, I retreat
I sequester the stems and leaves received in her
palms of prayer and the roots I plant at the end
of her garden where the stream meets,
so she and her own, never go hungry again.

Off to my classes on the road I meander,
greeted by eager children with a lust
for learning I must teach, before darkness cheats
‘Technology, will improve your standard
of living’, I preach with alacrity
an unplugged mouse and keyboard in hand,
I reach the multitude of ‘Nothings’
predicted like me, to fail.

I wake up each morning now,
with a gift of Giving
for the Living.

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Teaching on the side of the road back home - IT