White Flag

The heavyweight bus stops here while crushing everything in it’s predicted path. Parts unknown do not look the same on a map. At this hour there’s no service on Sunset. People prowl around outside in singles and groups in pursuit of something with their inside voices. Night owls know who’s who. The outside looks in at a harsh scene steering not much beyond the course 101N. The insides look out veering away from the stark contrast. Gated communities keep their hot pads secured with black pickets. It’s not long before this space will be sold too. The white blanket is like a white flag surrendering all. It’s all over the streets.

People will walk by with rolled up yoga mats not thinking there’s any similarities between themselves and Citizen Same. Unroll to stretch. Bungee cords tie down blanket statements with tidy and tender beauty. At night I’m immersed in the light. My sight is the light above adjusting the quality of life with a soft box. Break it down or you’ll never know. Ultra-cushioned like cardboard boxes spread out in the shelter. The matting keeps the hands and feet resilient. Buoyancy in the Son of Man with galactic authority to forgive sins on earth. “I tell you, get up, take your mat and go home.” After Earth you’ll see the one who presides over us with a breeze.