He Looks Like Noah

by Jeanne Fiedler
(New Jersey)

Sitting on a bench
in the train terminal...
my mind floating
from too much caffeine..
I'm sittin...thinkin...longin...
feeling sorry for myself,
I'm alone, depressed.
When...
out of the torrid rainstorm
tip toes a bearded man/
stops..looks at me.
Wants to hear my story.
"You look interesting!"
Imagine...
He said, "I'm homeless."
I said,"I'm sorry."
"No, no, don't feel sorry
for me. I like it."

People called him Noah.
He opens his umbrella,
screams happily, because
it works.

Count your blessings.
It's life, that's all.
This poor, sweet man,
a painter I'm told,
doesn't like the system,
doesn't like the rules,
and likes being homeless.

I'm wondering...
Feeling his pain...

I'm humbled.
A teacher just
made teachable.
Live and learn,
the lessons in life.
It's all a drama.

Thanks Noah.
Hope to cross paths again...

"When the student is ready,
the teacher appears."

Blessings of the Light