Here Now


By Roy Gomez

He always stood at one corner. This short black man with a greasy face owned a shopping cart piled high with junk. Often, when driving to work, I’d toss my wife’s lousy lunches to him. I did it all summer, until I finally left her. That day I bought him a hot roast beef sandwich with chips. But he was gone. And I felt … kind of lost. Another day I drove a different route and found him a block away. Surprised, happy to see him, I told him I’d wondered where he’d gone. He said he was here now.

Roy Gomez has been kicking words around for a while now. He lives with his wife and their pets on a hillside overlooking Medina Lake, Texas, directly in the center of the Milky Way.

5 thoughts on “Here Now

  1. Thanks, Dianne. I’m honored that I can contribute even if only a smidgen of their condition. In the grand mystery of things, perhaps it helps.


  2. Roy, I don’t know how you keep doing it, but I’m glad you do.
    Funny thing, I just read an article about a book with the same title. Here Now. Those are some powerful words, they hold a lot of meaning.


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