Bonsai thriving amidst cold winter air
Bright sun illuminates lively new scenes,
Commuters all moving at hurried paces
Homeless huddled in tattered blankets.
Contrasts in our current urban drama
Always seen as it is presently lived,
Musicians play at subway entrances
Soothing music for those who listen.
People wait restlessly to hustle again
Moving randomly to new destinations,
Like ants struggling to tops of their mounds,
Crowded underground, only to wait a bit longer.
Occasional glimpses of colorful expressions
As subway is slowly lumbering on course,
A trio hops on singing loud hip songs
Wanting strangers to make contributions.
Two women wearing own native dress
Colorful gowns flowing over their seats
Their African origins fully expressed,
Peaceful countenances worn by both.
An old man sporting full white beard
Sitting beside a young teenage boy,
Smilingly engaged in deep conversation
Perhaps a grandfather and his grandson?
Wondering where all these people reside
Where they are going on cold winter’s day?
Much can be seen observing other beings
Going about their normal daily routines.
Thinking about why they are all here
Living lives as they think they should
Raises questions I need to ponder,
Why am I here? Where am I going?