Poem: “Alms”
Alms
Impoverished peoples give generously
of their patience, graciously accepting
assorted hand-me-downs: the sequined
vest, silk tie, high-priced pair of heels.
Soon this stiletto heel will bore holes
into the earth where roots can nestle.
This silk tie will fasten branches to hold
a thin blanket, freshening in the sun. This
designer vest will warm the old woman
in search of water and one lost daughter.
She will wear sequins as icons of honor.
She will bear symbols, shining like rain.
Mary Harwell Sayler