HOW CAN IT BE

That one dollar
Merits that guy’s
God to bless me?
Or so he says,
And he sounds so
Genuinely
Delighted, though
Eyeing twenty
I would give him
But need right now.

That one dollar
Minutes ago
Lay flat on the
Sidewalk, and I
So do not need
Such found money.
Thus I then plan
To hand it out,
And there he is,
Asking for help.

How can it be,
Given how much
There is to have,
That one dollar
Lights up a guy
With the promise
That it and more
Will add up to
Something he needs
Beyond some change?

Money matters,
Maybe even
To that guy’s God,
Surely to his
God’s accountant,
But in the last
Big reckoning
What will count most
Is the hand out,
Making contact.

That is the thing.
You see it there
For the grasping
But hesitate
And then look back,
Only to find
Not it but what
Other things are
Able to fit
In that same place.