Hand on my heart, this poem followed me into my dreams. Beneath the I-5 underpass near our house lives a homeless person, who does not even own a tent. He sits in piles of garbage, for weeks, months now and we all drive by.
Meditations in an Emergency
by Cameron Awkward-Rich
I wake up & it breaks my heart. I draw the blinds & the thrill of rain breaks my heart. I go outside. I ride the train, walk among the buildings, men in Monday suits. The flight of doves, the city of tents beneath the underpass, the huddled mass, old women hawking roses, & children all of them, break my heart. There’s a dream I have in which I love the world. I run from end to end like fingers through her hair. There are no borders, only wind. Like you, I was born. Like you, I was raised in the institution of dreaming. Hand on my heart. Hand on my stupid heart.
Cameron Awkward-Rich, both a poet and a critic, is the author of Sympathetic Little Monster (Ricochet Editions, 2016) and Dispatch (Persea Books, 2019), winner of the 2018 Lexi Rudnitsky Editor’s Choice Award. His poetry has appeared in Narrative, The Baffler, Indiana Review, Verse Daily, The Offing, and elsewhere, and he has received fellowships from Cave Canem and The Watering Hole. Cam holds a PhD in Modern Thought and Literature from Stanford University and is Assistant Professor in Women, Gender, Sexuality Studies at the University of Massachusetts Amherst.
Deb
My heart breaks too every time I drive by and see him there sitting surrounded by garbage of food and cans that people are leaving for him. What is our role as a Society to help these people out? I know our sleep shelters are too full, but where does he sleep at night in this cold? It saddens me, breaks my heart.
Steve T.
Friderike, I cannot not feel so sad when I see homeless people, every day, every day. What a stupid culture we live in.