*Sameness*

Today I took a path through Irwin Ave to Bay street and there was this one tree. Branched out into a peace sign, and an air plane very far away looking as if almost going vertically just to the left of it. and the sun to the right. I vowed to alway remember that moment resting between two fingers, knowing the intelligence of the universe thinking something up in the distance, and the hot sun lighting up my face and body in the present. Then I made it to the subway. I spent most of the ride listening to music, though i couldn’t take any more samba. I was thinking how a literary career i put soo high up above myself that I make it seem impossible to reach. When I should lower the platform. Allow myself to work on it. Success of not, the very process would already be an astronomical accomplishment that at this moment I need to shrink to something like that of a love for a flower plant, that i can take care of, and nourish in the present.

Then 3 stops before mine, I caught the outlines of 2 mens faces looking out the window at the same angle and for the first time realized they were probably father and son. For they look quite identical! The first thing i noticed was the size of their ears being identical, as the shadows of the caves and outlines, if i were to draw them. They had the same shoulders and the same minor slouch. Wearing the same mid leg boxer khakis, just different color and a plain tea shirt. Their eyes had the same expression, and their smiles the same recognition of each other. They look as if they were speaking to the same person. Themselves. What happiness they could find in this i had a pleasant thought. To be so close to someone who values you.Because they innately understand you. Then I thought. If the caves in their ears, match in symmetry and shade, what about the dimensions of their souls! how similar is it all! They looked purely identical. There were a few more hair on that head then the other, but then again, both white again and fizzy already.

I only say two minor difference that gave away the fear, but also the brevity of time. The older man was wearing a watch, while his son beside him wasn’t. It spoke to me that the older gentleman already organizes his days with more precision, and more zest. Is more aware of the hours and the days, then the younger lookalike beside him. The two men really looked like brothers though. They smiled and spoke and pointed things out to one another. Then there was a moment when they both got lost in thought. The younger one look straight at the floor as he was thinking, while the elder gentleman looked at the window, with his head raised a little bit higher, trying to take in more of the ride and scenery. These little subtleties were so beautiful, because they exposed how the men treated their lives, and their relationship towards it. They were lucky to be so close. I didn’t have a chance to observe them for more than three stops. But when I got off at my stop, I looked to my right one more time, and saw they were discussing me also. I smiled, they smiled, for them the train kept on rolling, for me, it was the memory of them in my mind. Sameness is sometimes more beautiful and comforting than the constant difficulty of being difficultly different.