Sharing their space
breathing in their air
I could not see them.

What they are
forever lies outside
my sense of knowing.

Their authentic movement
daily through their plane
of existence

lays beyond my words.

I can choose to be or not
whatever, whoever.......

They are, live, simply
as they always have,

where they are

and

who they must be.

Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poor-3/