Day 11: From Margin to Margin

The child who accidentally draws margins on

Both sides of a page bears witness to the truth

That there is more than one

Margin.

Like a coast-to-coast walk

Or a line across a circle

The same rubbish heaps,

The same smell of weed,

The same disintegrating plastic bags,

The same minimum wage,

The same way newcomers look and say,

“What is this shit-hole?”

From overcrowded housing

To caravans and trailers;

From those left out by others

To those kept out by themselves:

The same offers of tea

The same dreams,

The same raucous laughter,

The same looking out for each other,

The same just trying

To get by.