looking out bus windows
you can't tell if someones
screaming or yawning;
laughing or crying.
flipping through channels on mute.
a goldfish
peering out his bowl.
every three seconds
staring at a new world.
unless you spot
some natural wonder:
a mountain or the ocean.
in that case
none of this applies.
you get to know well
the geometry of the snow cap,
the rhythm of the tide.
the same goes for those
with whom you share the bus.
in which case
clothes and moles and ****** hairs
can become all too familiar.
but looking out bus windows
at people's
what this is all about.
speed voyeurism.
where a yawn and a scream
look just the same
and either mean
just as little
as you
as you
move on to
the next person
walking along
or standing in a doorway
or sitting on steps
or carrying something
and maybe laughing
or maybe crying
and either mean
just as little
as you
as you
move on.