One of those weird unexpected moments
They lay humped on the ground
Like war strewn bodies
But they were only sleeping
In early morning sun in Euston Square.
I had twenty minutes before my connection
Ran into M&S to buy ten packets of custard creams.
I lay them on the grass, one for each slumbering man.
He stirred and stood quickly swearing at me.
He threw the packet at my head.
"Keep away from my patch you bloody bitch"
He stumbled forward and loomed over me.
A young family sitting on a bench watched.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry if I have trespassed"
"Get away from here". He moved closer, gesturing.
I was looking into his eyes. I couldn't help it.
He was just a man.
He was in pain.
It was an intimate moment
He stopped. Looking back into my eyes. Lowered his voice.
"You are not open."
He turned away.