Sitting beneath bridges, some my own..

Since, a friend asked where all I’ve lived today in an interview, had to at least list a few cities and ways i’ve lived. I’ve lived under all sort of roofs and the lack of roof. In cars, and bars and under the stars….

Lived under many of my favorite bridges among this nation (most of which i know by name still!) and many others. Also lived in cars and parks, and beneath the endless stars…i tried to list most of the actual cities i’ve lived in for my friend, but i left out some i love the most.

I fell in love with cities when i lived in their parks and sat with them through the dark nights, met their homeless and their executives. Their poets and their governors both!

I fell in love with cities by living beneath their bridges. I sat with all the losers and listened to, and wrote, poetry throughout our nights!

Writing and talking today, about what we can learn from living everywhere in life. You start to see patterns as you go. When the convenience store opens, and when people need to go home.

You can learn lots by not living everywhere, but you can also learn a lot from loving everywhere! The world is a single live oak tree, it is also in a river–as they say!

You start to notice, what people really need as you go. To be loved, and be able to love others is basic, but there’s even more…nice to try to tell a bit of my tale today to a friend….I think he’s putting it in his homeless paper tonight under his bridge. I’ll try to get you a copy!

Most of those i’ve known, need a path as well–meaningful labor or being, as they say. Or as the old book put it, “the good works prepared in advance to be our way!”
Anyways, since someone asked….