God's Will

under the bridge
you see them. canvas
stretches out
in make shift tents.
a small
fire, a gathering
of grey wool,
bundles of belongings.
a dog or two.
they rise
in the morning
and take their signs
and cups
to the road where
the traffic stops.
it's another world,
so different from me,
from you,
but not so far
that you couldn't join
them one day
God's will or not
set upon you.