Poverty

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Poem by John Tarrant Roshi. 1991.

Poverty
seizes me in the middle of things
and my life will never be the same:
I will face outwards to the trees
and animals
and not look back.

Silent,
furred creatures,
and the tall eucalyptus
gather slowly about me;

they
have given me this new life,
walking alone in the moonlight,
not knowing who I am.