Not far from where families were enjoying
their picnics and playing ball,
this man lay stretched on
a picnic table, a tube of Pringles and
an "athletic drink" beside him.
It made me wonder about the nature
of being a solitary soul, with no one to
whom one is responsible, no one who expects
to hear from you at some point during the
day, or within the week.
No one to miss you.
Every day or so, I check in with
my sister, and she with me.
I have friends I call on a pretty consistent
schedule, "Is everything OK?"
"How are you?"
The little girl in yesterday's pictures
was learning to "touch base" while playing
with her family. Later on, it will extend
to relationships with other people.
The man above, by himself in the park,
with no family or friends around,
made me wonder whether there is
someone to whom he is responsible.
Who wonders where he is,
whether he is OK,
with whom he touches base.