! ! Journey In An Undergound Kaleidoscope

The Underground is a kaleidoscope: at each station, a new shake; and according to your mood every shake’s a magnification of your love of humanity; or confirms your worst fears; shake I’m sitting with the article I wrote at home, hunched over the keyboard in a smaller world now I’m revising it in private but in this public space of this kaleidoscope; it’s good this way. shake A lad sits down next to me. After a minute I feel he’s discreetly reading what I’m editing. I love this game. I tilt the paper imperceptibly so he can read it better.. careful not to give the game away.. shake He’s interested; he’s not reading idly; now he’s not hiding his reading any more; now, he can’t restrain himself at the top of the page as I turn over.. his eyes shine. He stubs his finger at a quote ‘Meditation makes me feel more myself…’ ‘That’s it! That’s it! ’ he says; as if I didn’t believe my own quote.. shake He’s out the next station; that’s all he needed. All I needed. All it needed. How bright the underground kaleidoscope shines now.