Simple Need

Miguel’s life likewise was neither favoring as he struggled to be heard. He wrote daily and had three sketchbooks full of art. He often slept in the park drunk on wine. He had never submitted a page. Sure he had read his poems at cafes for young travelers to become parts of the stories but he had never approached a publisher. I told him constantly at night, at the zocolo how he should send some of his work off. As it turns out his art was magnificent. Miguel had a way of capturing the homeless and needy in a poetic manner. The drawings always portrayed someone without the comforts of money or shelter, yet he captured a calm about them even if his characters may have been begging for money on a street corner one could recognize the worth in selflessness. As in his sketches his writings held a certain substance. He could turn the dirtiest hobo into a gentleman, a stormy raining sky into a blissful shower and simple need into poetry. Yet there were many lonely days in Miguel’s life that couldn’t find the pleasantness’ on one of his pages.