wonderful poem passed around on facebook
Rosetta Stone
Sometimes I feel like
I need to go get me
that Rosetta Stone,
so I can learn to speak
the language of the people who walk by,
and pass me from my perch on the street
Them with homes,
and me
Home-LESS,
(clearly always less).
These people who rush past me all day long,
on their way to a job
a family
a warm meal
a hot bath
a dry bed,
on their way to a life filled
with communication,
with connection.
I don’t ask for anything,
except sometimes the time,
but I call out all the same,
trying to speak their language.
It’s lonely out here.
I just want to hear their voice.
I just want to be heard.
Hello!
I say,
as people rush by in tides,
but they just avert their eyes,
no response,
and I know
I KNOW,
that they hear,
and they can’t just be ignoring me,
can’t ALL just be ignoring me!
So I figure
It must just be
that we are speaking a different language.
If I could get me that Rosetta Stone,
maybe I could learn to speak their language,
this language they seem to know so well,
the only language they seem to know when
confronted with a home LESS person:
The language of
Silence.
Maybe if I could just learn this
silence
then we could communicate
Maybe then they would
hear
Maybe then they would
remember
that I am just like them
just without a home
but not LESS.
But I don’t know their language,
and they don’t seem to know
how to speak the only
language that I know.
So we continue on,
me talking,
them walking by,
blocked by translation.
Sometimes I think maybe it’s not me
that needs that Rosetta Stone,
maybe
just maybe,
it’s them.
But I don’t know…
What do you think?
Is it possible?
Do you think a person can be taught
to speak Human?