By Sheryl Luna
The A&D Motel on West Colfax,
Mental Health Center hotel voucher,
Torn up carpet, small fridge,
Thankful, despite the old woman
Running the place, telling
The maintenance man
I broke the toilet—
“She’s mental,” she says,
Finger pointed towards her small head.
Yet I am joyous; I laugh.
First time I’ve caught luck,
Compassion. The warm spring’s
Wildflowers peak from rocks along
The cracked white stucco walls of the place.
I am free, a new belief in karma.
Transitional housing. My life broad
Turn. I am opening to sky and light.
A steady check coming soon. Rhythm
Without strain, a windblown face
Eager to risk shame. The world needs
Stories, the world needs breath and starlight.
We are all headed home after all.