2/3 train, 96th Street to Clark Street, November 13th, 2013
Some people are electric. I don’t remember where she got on, but I noticed her immediately. She steered toward me with her floppy head of multi-colored hair, eyes in a book. She leaned over and wrote intently.
Today is a good day. I
actually walk through most
days feeling good – seeing what’s
around me, smelling the sights,
tasting the surroundings. I really
want to see what’s directly in
front of me not behind. I’m a
sucker for yesterday & sentiment.
That’s all fine but now is in
my control – more or less. I alter the
past with my romantic tendencies,
glistening & sparkly in a haze
of how I want to
remember the past. Cut the
strings, move forward, past is
imprinted, and make space for
the unexpected.