You Pass

Drunken cubs fans crawl up the stairs, escorted by their loyal friends.
Arm and arm.
Laughter vibrates my eardrums
As I leap over the crushed fries
Embedded in the escalator stairs from days before.
El sounds
“doors closing”
I have your rhythm memorized from day one, Recorded
As my curious pupils star gazed at the city lights.
Daydreaming of an urban lifestyle to come.
People. Pretty, ugly, artsy, left-brained, focused, sleeping, reading, talking, listening…all mix in a train car to create
City synergy…an abyss of warmth.
From utopian tradition, of have’s vs. have nots.
The perfect segregation blend and opportunity commiserates right here.
In Chicago’s antique rollercoaster,
Depending on the hour.
My input is less than my output,
Three years counting…
It’s time for a change.
I have products brimming
In my head, swimming
And I gotta dance & stretch, wax & wane, produce publicly
With my accepted & celebrated…imperfection.
The journey that makes me and creates me.
I embrace change, challenge, balanced with “set up shop and settle….”
It’s not a crisis
I’m not self righteous
Just developing my voice
In this Midwestern flair….
I’ve overcome
And responded
To the streets
That summon one.