Journey to nothing

It’s morning. I beat myself out

of slumber and warm sheets to

face another day of organized chaos.

Stepping out I’m greeted by the hulk

of the wind. Thrashing into the minute spaces

of exposed skin. I cross the street to

wait for my SEPTA carriage to whisk

me off to the Institute of education.

I’m reminded of the recent tragedy that

took place outside my window. Teddy bears,

candles and letters of love cloak this steel

rod made into a memorial. Gone too soon.

We love you. Here comes my city chauffeur

rumbling down the steel tracks to my destiny. I

board the trolley and work my way through bodies

like playing frogger in real time.

School uniforms are making their way down

weathered sidewalks full of excitement and joy. Thought

I was losing my mind when I saw a turkey

casually walking through a grass patch. We journey on,

entering a dark cave. Periodic flashes of light are aligned

throughout like breadcrumbs helping you find

your way. “Next stop Spring Garden Street.” My ride

comes to its stop and it’s like trying to fit a basketball

through and keyhole. Not all at once people.

Everyone is rushing to get to the same

places but getting nowhere. Walking

down the battered sidewalks, lined by moss

covered trees I get closer to me destination. Not

without having to face the usual suspect,

up to his same ‘ol scheme. “God Bless you,

do you have any change?” A daily routine pre-planned

with no shame. I reach my destination

and walk the green mile into the room

of white walls filled with eager minds to teach.

If only that were true. Time to focus.

–Mike the universal artist