This morning on my way to church
My hair freshly colored, having been to the salon the week before
In my new car, dealer tags in place.
Clean, fed, clothed
Not seeking or needing anything of this world
I was accosted by a woman it would have been easier not to see.
No shoes on her life-worn-bare brown feet
Hair cut close
Clothes so dirty they ceased to reflect their original colors.
She walked to my window and yelled at me, pointing, her breath and hatred against the glass.
I dared not open the window, much less make eye contact.
“STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING”
I was scared.
And I know she was yelling at her demons,
of which, I was one.