it starts with one

gradually the numbers increase
but before a wave turns to a tidal
one turns the waters
many look
mock and try to push back change
even if they agree and wish to join
fear holds them
so it goes back to one
always starts with one
who finds the courage to transform life thought culture
one surges into the future searching for clarity happiness
one finds another one
ones join together
status quo transforms
a new reality crashes into stagnant mind sets

be honest
which side are you
one or many?
now ask yourself
which side do you want to be on

days in the city

it starts with ice
that could not keep the ale cold
wheels touch asphalt
i silently cheer and clap
it's a hold over from
trips to puerto rico
every soul would rejoice
i carry on tradition
brown lights show the imprint of the city
i love its shapes curves
and areas of darkness
the j hollers
letting me know it's near
hours later it guides me into  the heart
the skyline reveals itself
displays a panoramic view before dipping underground
it's magical
the music fades
her voice overpowers the beats
a disregard of the law shadows the night
recovery begins on the slowdown
reflection occurs to the tipping point
i cut the trip short and save the rest for later.

A Note

Today I traveled to the future; three hours into the future.  In a couple of days I'll travel back in time.  I believe things happen for a reason.  We have to become detectives to figure it out the meaning.  Our viewpoint can also change the perception of events.  When things don't go as planned I believe I've potentially avoided an unpleasant event waiting for me in that time line.  I also believe I've been put on a path to encounter something greater.  This is a  game I play with time and how I manage setbacks.  Back to time travel.  I missed my flight.  It's the first time this has happened and I'm still trying to figure out what happened.  I made the next flight and while the wheels separated from the runway I wondered what new events will cross my path.  I looked out the window and the ocean reflected the sun's smile.  Another thought jumped into my mind.  What if the missed flight lines me up to a series of events that lead to my death?  I shake off the thought and  remain positive.  The voice of reason spoke and said "No matter if you missed a flight or not the path you're on leads to death.  It is the final destination".  This relaxed me.  I don't have to worry about death because it will come no matter what path I take.  In the meantime I'll write poetry, make art out of melted crayons, create wonderful memories, and enjoy time with friends and strangers.