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As I Contemplate

Marlon Jackson

    Though it was only spring time the high temperatures indicated that it was going to be a hot week. Joggers made their way on the sidewalk and their concentration was on focus and on point. The stores were still closed although a few of them were 24 hour bodegas. The time was five a.m., and I’ve just walked the last ten blocks on the street and on my way to the hotel where I stood at. I was contemplating life while I walked and the last ten blocks. What to do? How to do? Or what’s next? I write a lot from time to time and mostly its words I can’t express verbally. Sometimes it’s essays, journal entries, poetry, even just my mind poured out on paper. On the sidewalk across the street from the hotel was a divider elongated on either side of the street expanded down and or up. There were benches and I decided to walk across the empty street to the benches and I sat. Across from me on the opposite side of the street sitting on the benches were two homeless men. They were decently groomed and even from the distance, I’ve observed based on their facial expressions. I thought about walking to them and sitting beside them but I ought not to. I’ve chatted with homeless men before, though it’s been awhile. I’ve felt what I believe they felt...like being alone. Sitting here on these benches beneath the dawn’s slowly brightening sky I’ve realized how well that silence is golden. And about life and certain issues of my past until present, thinking is good. Not too hard but well enough to understand some of my surroundings. The world is a fine place, like Ernest Hemmingway said. And fighting for it is obvious. But engrossing our own self and then each other with goodness can wonderous and vigorous, if we keep up the strength of what we’re intended to by grace. And somehow that’s one thing to contemplate deeply about. Especially what’s going on currently and so frequently daily everywhere, all around.

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