Reflected in three mirrors
and to the side,
but mostly looking in.
The train speeds through the tunnel
black walls scream by.
Anonymous faces smile
in disconnected awareness.
There is comfort in this:
strangers going about their life,
taking a moment to acknowledge a passerby.
the sun shines.
even after the storm.
there is a release of a collective sigh
and an exaltation lays over the city
like the fog.
On days like this,
the Emerald City glistens and,
if you know how,
you can walk the yellow brick road.
Skipping with a spiritual gaiety
take on the glistening radiance
hold the emerald in your heart
until the gold pours
from your hands, your feet, your smile.
Until the city opens to you
gates swinging wide
as you enter on a horse
of many different colors streaming behind you