The refuge of female habitation

It's 3:00 a.m.

On a Wednesday

I wake up to rain 

On my face

There are leaks

On our roof

The Chilean maintenance guy

Comes every now and then

And "fixes" them

I walk around the loft

Placing towels 

On top of books

I start to think

About the homeless

In the streets of NYC

In particular

The one 

Who has recently

Been evicted

And has settled himself 

Under the Williamsburg bridge

He has his mattress

Two night tables

Books on top

Of the night tables

A rug

He must be soaking wet

His bed

His tables

His books

Wet 

At this very moment

While I just had to move my head

To the bottom of my bed

There are so many 

Who can't do anything

But wait for the morning

For the rain to stop

For the sun

My heart beats fast

I feel deep empathy

But in a few minutes

I'll close my eyes

Go back to sleep

And will wake up 

Drowned in the worries

Of my own life

Selfishly

Like an animal in her cave

An ostrich with her head

Buried in the dirt

Don't we all kind of just look away? 
 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world
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