Potato chips someone has dropped
now broken on a grimy walk
the ragged man bends low to ground
and sweeps the bits into a mound
his blackened fingers lift the crumbs
to bearded mouth with hunger numb
but passersby do not see this
his desperation they all miss
I was born in a little ski town that used to be a gold mining town in the mountains of southeastern British Columbia. I also lived on the coast, on Vancouver Island, in the north, and even in northern Alberta for a decade. I visited every province and territory in Canada, and more than 40 other countries. I was an educator, an innkeeper, and an assisted living facilitator. My life was rich with experiences before I left Canada less than two months before my 61st birthday.
Uruguay, has been our home for more than a decade. My wife and I share our home with our five dogs. And quite a few visitors. We have found time in our retirement to do things we never seemed to find time to do before. I have found time to be a writer and an artist. Both give me great pleasure. We have continued to travel, particularly in South America.