Unencumbered

How foolish of me
Fighting to plant seeds
In a patch of my own land.
I am always free.
I have a hundred homes
In the back, by the window seats,
Where I can watch the world turn
Anonymous and unseen
Sharing warmth with warm souls,
But if they curse me
I move on empty-handed
With no grudges to keep
Because no one owns or owes me
Anything.
Whatever their squeezing fingers,
In hunger or brutality,
Try to pull off the bone
Dies with me when I flee.
Purple fingerprints
Don’t stain like ink, not indelibly.
I’m a sin-eater
Moving alongside reality
Absorbing the dark
Dispelling it with esprit.
No coarse hand
Can kill beauty.
I follow her trail
Smiling quietly
With the other travelers
Who can also see.