“I can’t save the world.”
I heard my father say
As the transient in the moonlight
Slowly walked away

I thought that rather funny
He was only just one man
Pushing a battered shopping cart
Filled with aluminum cans

He asked me for directions
“Which way to the railroad tracks?”
I pointed in the direction
Knowing he wouldn’t be back

He moved off on his journey
I watched him shuffle away
My air-conditioned bedroom
Held his world at bay.

--Mike R., Adult