Another poem from Christine Rodgers

Sharing a poem by one of our actors, Christine Rodgers, inspired by her work with this play:

On Fulton and Masonic

A man is lost this morning.
He scrounges for a piece
of himself – peering into

garbage cans – bending down
to rummage among the
cigarette butts and scraps

of paper in the gutter.
He is missing one shoe
and steps carefully,

cautiously – so many things
to navigate in the street.
I think of the cultures who

go barefoot – running for
miles on the hot sand –
and I wish this man were

there – part of a village of
people – who would not
allow him to wander lost –

who would call him by
name – and he would be
found.

Christine Rodgers

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