Free at last
A week of
uninterrupted sleep. Utter bliss. The landlord of the building across
the street has been slowly bringing the abandoned stuff out of the
apartment next door. The homeless and the poor have been sifting through the refuse. Each
morning, a little bit more has disappeared. I know the scene. It's not
the first nor will it be the last. The changing of the seasons also
brings about the loss of protection against eviction. I try not to
think anything about it. I try not to have too much emotion. For the grace of God...
Five
years ago it was my things that were sifted
through. Abandoned, I sat in my folding
chair with a glass of wine, swallowing
devastation. They swept down like vultures. The only difference being,
I cleaned up the mess left in their wake before hitching up and rolling
out.
Here, the people just abandon and leave it to someone else. Good, the
midnight man got the quilt. Nights have been pretty cold this week. I
leave him my empties. We never speak, but sometimes I see him looking
up at my windows in the moonlight. It is good he got the quilt.
And I get peace and quiet and sleep, sweet sleep. I haven't felt this good in weeks.