White light

WHITE LIGHT

December.
Cold. dark - night-time

Thin as a rake he was
Hair black as coal,
stuck up like he had just got out of bed

large boots like oars
tramping about
tramping about

he was as drunk as a skunk
tired of searching-
where was home?

A shop doorway,
served as his bedroom,
newspapers for blankets.
Dozing

Suddenly
A white light- like lightning
"must be the drink"

Tomorrow eventually arrived

he thought of the light-
what did it mean?

he kept on wondering