What an enlightening ride this was. You sent me to Google to explore CTA Red Line Morse Station. You poem and what I read make me want to visit there next time in the windy city. However, your poem is so much more than descriptive of part of the L. For me, anyway, it is an invitation to partake of the human journey with its vagaries and misadventures, dotted with the necessary points of departure and arrival we depend on each day. It seems that I find myself still riding not knowing for sure my destination, but knowing for sure that the trip cannot be made without holding a hand. Thanks so much for this beautiful, thought-provoking piece. It is inspiring me to write.