When I Was Homeless

When I was homeless
I felt lost at sea
stranded in the middle of an ocean
surrounded by water and hostile sky
 
sometimes a helicopter would approach from afar
the propeller rising in volume
- rescue at last
only for the helicopter to pass over
disappearing from sight
 
a week passed
then another
a month
six weeks
I still had nowhere to live
 
I stayed in cheap hotels
plundering my savings
each day fear lodged deep in my body
gnawing away as it promised ruin and destruction
 
My God, my God, why have You abandoned me? -
but I was too angry to ask this question
and I sensed I wouldn’t like the answer
 
finally -  after seven weeks - I found my new home

Photo: new home