Tomorrow I will fly away home,
but you will be there sifting,
trying to find a cup for a 50 cent refill,
packing up as the orange vested pumpkin man sweeps
you off, in the misty grey morning.
I will be in the jet sipping my Starbucks as
you wander those morning streets looking for
a friendly face and some change before the
pumpkin man says,
“Move on out
we can’t have you beg for change in our streets,
in the Gas Lamp area.
Fly away home, to your place in the park
where the tourists won’t see your pain,
your weathered look, or your illness
go on now.
Fly away home where no one
will see, notice or realize that you are
Fly Away Home written by Eve Bunting is a picture book that never fails to move me. It is a story about a dad and his little boy who live in an airport because of a loss of their home. On vacation, we were saddened by the amount of homeless people on the streets of San Diego. Because of its fantastic climate this is where many people without shelter are making their home. At night patrol men move them to local parks to sleep instead of in the shelter of the buildings in town.
PS I am home today after a wonderful and very relaxing vacation in a beautiful city…but I am left with this lingering thought…help me, oh God to continue to help people in need.
PSS I will check in on this occasionally because I don’t want to lose this community…so I want to continue to ‘slice’ on Tuesdays. Once again, thanks for organizing this Ruth and Stacey!