If I have forgotten anything, it is how to be humble
in the presence of beauty. The old school ways

of being able to learn something from anything.
A demonstration of time passing, for example,

as found in granite or the speed of light explained
in the shape of a butterfly wing. I want to be in awe,

today. See a little something that brings me to my knees.
A little razzle dazzle at sunrise. Or just a song

from a lone turtle dove. Something to remind me
of bounty or goodness or justice. Something to remind

me that there are no strangers here. That we all
come from the same mother.

HOMELESS by John Claxton

Photo used under CC.

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John Claxton is the Founder of Clark Street Bridge, a performance group celebrating its 8th season, that combines poetry, music and film. He began his career as a teacher after graduating from Butler University, and follows his passion for teaching and writing today, through Clark Street Bridge.

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