Poetry

I am alone, 
connected to everything 
I touch 
I see 
I love. 
I am God
with unwashed feet 
unnoticed, laughed at, spit upon 
ignored, revered, respected, 
all encompassing. 
I live in alleys with the trash. 
A hero to no one, 
a bystander 
in a masterpiece 
that does not blink, flinch, 
nor hate. 
I am free.