I’ve stood on platforms designed for foot traffic
A mere midpoint in the transaction of transportation
with crowds that never dwindle only continuously overflow
Humming with harmonies of “bah humbugs”
in expression to the hinderance of forward movement
But such is the norm with public passage
Where you rely on another’s time constraints
to correlate with your own in an effort to a-chieve
accurate arrival at a determined destination
only to fail miserably at no fault of your own of course
No, it was that one guy’s fault
You know, the one guy who accounted for mishaps
so he caught an earlier train thus adding an additional patron
on the route you recognized to be right for your routine
He’s the reason you’re late because he could’ve waited, right?
You always face such negative daily experiences.
What if I told you that same platform is where I find my peace?
I’ve stood on cryogenic platforms void of its former traffic
frozen but maintaining life within its surroundings
Once congested concrete suddenly still until
tracks tremble as trains travel pass with
windows witnessing their reawakening
But such occurrences create the wind that soothes me
Breezes blocked by buildings can barely calm a soul
when competing against a gust generated by the rush
of steel stainless in nature causing natural effects
that put me at ease and allow me to get lost in the moment
No, in my city it’s not possible
This big apple, where trees are eclipsed by skyscrapers
I’m healed through hidden wonders found making
urban discoveries that promote my potential to find serenity
That’s the reason I’m relaxed because here everything is right
Soulely Spoken 