White whimsy wafting beyond
my window
Evergreens adorned so
majestically
Just enough to slow the pace
And offer a cloud cover on the
horizon
Here I sit, sipping piping tea
A spectator to it all
Thanking Our Creator for this
opportunity
To observe
To reflect
The only sound heard
In my small studio
Is the hissing of welcome
steam
Another blessing on this winter
day
During my travels, I gazed
upon a woman with a cart
Its contents seemed to be
years of belongings...
Old sneakers, empty
Cheese Wiz jar, magazines
And I thought of how different
our lives are
And I thought of how similar
they could be...
Are we not all one step from
the homeless?
Carrying our life in designer
bags and mini vans?
Reason to pause on this silent,
snowy day
in thanksgiving for the
reality - a reality that could
be oh,
so
different
— Margaret M R Killeen has lived in Riverdale for more than 40 years.