CALL ME BELOVED

we are a society of tools, we build and transmute –
it is in our nature to never be satisfied, we keep ourselves
wanting. it might be this same impulse that drives me
and keeps me questioning, the best and worst of my humanity,
the reason my mood will peak & valley a dozen times over
down the sidewalk with each sight I see –
the smell of bread, the plodding, steady sound
of melt water runoff from the subway platform
the homeless man’s blanket below, and I know
his feet will not be warm tonight.