Stopping for a picture at a parking strip by the San Diego Waterfront after a trip to the airport at 5:30 in the morning, I saw five cold bundles of homelessness... and was overwhelmed by the realization of my own good fortune.

He knew

a thing or two 

about loneliness,

the sound and feel of it...

Once

or twice or maybe

five times

he had tried cutting

through the fog of it.

Finally,

he saw

beyond the Milky Way

a cure,

a blue

            

small nothing

and wanted it.

Wanting it 

is the key.