Wait!
I wait for a bus.
Never to enter only to wait.
Others mass around the muni stop.
Shoves and pulls are met with shouts and yells when the bus arrives.
It is surreal.
I have no effort on my part to move my way in.
I shall wait again.
With somewhere to go but not the power I wait.
It bothers me the effort others exert to attain a position on the bus.
Old women shout and babies cry but the bus continues on its way.
My perception of time sets me apart from the crowd.
I know that I will eventually reach my destination.
But to force my will upon others like those entering the bus
I dare not think of it but I betray my thoughts
I know in order to progress I need to assert my place.
As others do I compete to make room for myself on the bus.
The trip is in transition.