“When I think how far the onion has traveled
just to enter my stew today, I could kneel and praise
all small forgotten miracles…” excerpt from Naomi Shihab Nye’s poetry
Your post about Rami in the grocery store reminded me: I work in retail and one night he came into our store looking for pants. I found him kneeling on the floor in the men's section with 3 different styles of chinos spread out around him. It's was 9pm.