Resilience

subway tiles with mantras-in every station
We are the few reminded in all directions
We all have a destination
Moss growing from the under bottoms of stairs but you’d never notice
You’d never judge the strength of the stair to hold you up because its not pretty
Nobody asks brown ale walls of a 1/2 century old local train how many it can carry-it carries them all
We are like the wooden benches with room for just 6-square bottoms
We sit and no one fights because there are those of us who must stand
We are like inbound routes-always retreating to home for changes to course through and people to rush by and new strength to have-because the trip is one we have to make
We’re the track that sometimes lays in the darkness, electrified by the weight of other people passing over
We are like that sober-or not
We give the journey everything we’ve got
We pay tithes of 2.25 with concession
Not because we are in a recession
But because we understand the laborers in our path should not bear plight for what we believe or not believe

There are those who fall asleep on the long rides but they wake up again
To signs, everywhere signs,reminding them at all times not who they are but where they are
There are those who travel in light speeds above ground with the wisdom of light scanning their reflections-they know
They know all the faces they surpass
They are aware that the sky rains, and that the wind blows
They know and see the perils and promises they plummet through in their haste
But us-we choose not to know
We only are aware of those things that carry us because the distractions of wind, rain, snow and light are, at our sight, distracting

Sometimes its better not to know the people you leave and the places you pass-the journey in the bellows of change does not move as soft, nor does it immediately love you back

But no strength in love has ever come quickly nor not grown out from darkness

-Rae Sunshine