Beautiful sunrise
after deep sleep surprise,
warmth in the deep cold,
loved and protected,
spoiled beyond measure.
Some of us already
have found our treasure.
Others huddle in doorways
and sleep over grates
where air lifts from tunnels
and some warmth emanates.
On the air rises the question, repeatedly,
from such disturbing discrepancies.
Why are you treated differently?
Who smiles such good fortune
on my undeserving face
while you suffer in the same space?
How can I let go of the privilege you see
and allow you to taker my place?
Perhaps that is the wrong question to pursue.
Better to ask if it could be true
that good fortune could smile on both me and you.
Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness
are meant for all; not, just a few.
annarino writes 