Let me tell you about public buses
with their rolling wheels and upright seats
where the driver entraps in his own world
and as the passengers, we in ours;
but there's a strange occurrence
when strangers share the same seat--
suddenly, we are sensitive
to their slightest movement
the deepness of their breath
our legs touching slightly, sometimes
ramming together throughout
this epic journey.
then, it's our stop;
we are at the window seat, our eyes darting
outwards, with a speeded heart,
our eyes focus on our
impending bus stop.
but before our words form
the sounds, articulate the words,
this stranger has already shifted
with a smile.
"Thank you," you say, stunned,
wondering how they knew
your feelings.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 5:25 AM UTC
Let me tell you about public buses
with their rolling wheels and upright seats
where the driver entraps in his own world
and as the passengers, we in ours;
but there's a strange occurrence
when strangers share the same seat--
suddenly, we are sensitive
to their slightest movement
the deepness of their breath
our legs touching slightly, sometimes
ramming together throughout
this epic journey.
then, it's our stop;
we are at the window seat, our eyes darting
outwards, with a speeded heart,
our eyes focus on our
impending bus stop.
but before our words form
the sounds, articulate the words,
this stranger has already shifted
with a smile.
"Thank you," you say, stunned,
wondering how they knew
your feelings.
