Jumble

Spring continues, unabated, undeterred by its naive youth. The streets flood with people, as though it were never any other way and you strain to remember solitude. No matter. Spring does what it always does with you, clearing cobwebs and scratching at molting skin to make way for new shoots. The sunlight creeps into your reserves, as you take stock of your life and what you may yet make of it. 

I took the train to Queens to watch the baby grow, Saturday tourists and the train running local but I couldn't help savoring the minutes spent rocking through the New York underground, like some zen entity at peace with the equilibrium and unfazed by the terrors that lie just outside the bubble. Whatever happens next, you made it this far. When you step off this train and climb to the surface, the sun will be shining.