The young lovers share a blanket,
stare at the moon and the stars,
and fantasize about a future together.
The old man with no blanket, no food, no lover, no warmth,
keeps his head down, fixated on the floor beneath him.
He is looking at his dirty feet or the dew covered grass.
Or maybe for some forgotten coins that will buy him a hot cup of coffee.
It is late and the park is now closed.
Two security officers tell the lovers and the old man to leave the park and to come back at 5 AM when it is open to the public again.
The lovers walk to their car, still comforted by the blanket and are holding each other close.
The old man becomes angry with the security guards.
“How can you be removing me from my only home?”
He drags his dirty feet along the moist earth, searching for his next bedroom for the evening.
The two security guards approach me. I know I must leave but I wait for them to tell me.
That’s the beauty in life:
No matter where you are, you can go outside, look up to the night sky, and be absorbed into nothingness.