Spark of Life

I've had shoes resoled on a Tokyo street. I've carried a mattress through a London square. I've been lost and found on a New York subway, sparks flying underground. Now I find myself in an airless cubicle. A fluorescent light blinds me, but in the darkness I see clearest: Tokyo, London, New York. I see youth again. To live those days once more. How? That spark of life.