Senna Jawa
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Another winter. Right now it's not too bad. I used to post here some winter poems a couple of years ago. A few days ago I posted another 2-part winter poem but on FaceBook, and in Polish.
Last Friday, just before h.15 (i.e. 3 pm), I was approaching a local grocery store when I saw a very pale man, about 60y old, with a protruding stomach, walking in an uncertain way, he couldn't keep himself straight. I looked at him expectantly, ready to help him but he ignored me. He passed me but I still kept watching him. He got worse, walking from one edge of the sidewalk to the other, ... I rushed after him, caught him gently by his coat so that he finally could stand comfortably still, and I talked to him. He quietly claimed that he's fine. I asked him where was he going to. He was heading toward the homeless shelter some 200-250m away (some 700 feet), he would turn toward it after half of this distance. I had offered to assist him. He had his own ideas.
I don't believe in impositions, I let him go since that was his wish. I still watched him for another hundred feet or so. To my relief this time he was walking fine. I hope that he had made it. I am afraid that he will not last long anyway, I hope I am wrong but that's how life and death is.
Another winter. Right now it's not too bad. I used to post here some winter poems a couple of years ago. A few days ago I posted another 2-part winter poem but on FaceBook, and in Polish.
Last Friday, just before h.15 (i.e. 3 pm), I was approaching a local grocery store when I saw a very pale man, about 60y old, with a protruding stomach, walking in an uncertain way, he couldn't keep himself straight. I looked at him expectantly, ready to help him but he ignored me. He passed me but I still kept watching him. He got worse, walking from one edge of the sidewalk to the other, ... I rushed after him, caught him gently by his coat so that he finally could stand comfortably still, and I talked to him. He quietly claimed that he's fine. I asked him where was he going to. He was heading toward the homeless shelter some 200-250m away (some 700 feet), he would turn toward it after half of this distance. I had offered to assist him. He had his own ideas.
I don't believe in impositions, I let him go since that was his wish. I still watched him for another hundred feet or so. To my relief this time he was walking fine. I hope that he had made it. I am afraid that he will not last long anyway, I hope I am wrong but that's how life and death is.