From Homeless to Harvard

From homeless to Harvard

It was dark when they returned from their trip
and dark when I left them, leaving behind a clean
kitchen and a freshly made bed.
I was 18 and homeless.
A few nights crashing with friends,
phone calls from classified ads,
back in the running with an office job,
a borrowed bed, enough cash for
bus fare for the first week.
A long road to Harvard,
never thought I’d see my path
on an airport kiosk 30 years later.