A single wooden wall

Walking a riverbank with my husband we came across this site of a tree base stripped of bark, graffiti painted and litter strew about. At first I felt insulted for these acts against Mother Nature, until I gave it a closer inspection.

I realized this was a homeless person’s campsite. I saw the towel, a small luxury, used to dry after bathing in the murky river. There lay a painters frock, a toothbrush and the remnants of a toothpaste tube. This was the home of a person attempting to remain civilized in primitive conditions.

I no longer saw graffiti, with a new perspective I studied a work of art on a single wooden wall. A laid bare a canvas, to voice through brush a life of agony and despair.

© Zora Zebic 2016


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