A Morning In The City

I get on the train while the sky is still dark.
The doors slide shut.
People sit in silence, staring at their phones,
Or looking down at the floor.
The train sways side to side,
Lights quickly flicker as we rush through tunnels.
I watch a man lightly tap his foot.
A woman wraps her hands around a steaming coffee cup.
The hum of the train fills the air
Just soft enough to hear your thoughts.
At my stop, I step on the platform,
Climb the stairs two at a time.
I’m met with harsh winter air
A car honks. A bike bell rings.
The city is wide awake,
But I am not.
I pass stores opening their doors,
Workers are sweeping the sidewalk clean.
Dogs are pulling their owners across the street.
I pass a man selling umbrellas.
A girl is talking into her headphones.
A taxi splashes through a puddle.
The crosswalk blinks, and I go.
The buildings loom over my head.
The sun peaking between them,
Creating long shadows across my path.
I plunge my hands into my pockets,
Feel the life of the city around me,
And just keep walking.
Blending into the city.