On my mind

there’s a mad woman with a child
leaving beside a church
on the road to the government house.
she does not strike me as one
that would refuse help,
because she stretches her hand
as if I were God, begging
for food or little money for
her little dreadlocked son.
I do not know if she is invisible
to the church or the government.
so I pray for her and her son
everyday before I sleep.
but God,
I do not want to talk about God.

Younglan Talyoung