I got on a bus today, without timetable or ticket
Because they seemed like cheating, and
I was tired of cheating
No cut corners, no roundtrips, no stops
No broken-glass promises or
Excuses
So I learned that sitting on a bus when it starts is
Like being inside the stomach of
A growling beast
And I learned to focus on the buildings and
Then the forest sliding by in
Time with my heart
And I learned that if you let it
A bus ride can be the seed of
Any dream
And I learned to leave some dreams
Behind me, remaining only
In my memory
What else did I learn?
I don't think my journey will ever end
I am still moving
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lil: I got on a chair today, swivel with wheels
Because it was at my desk, at a window, and
I was tired of standing
No paper cuts, no roundabouts, no stops
No broken-glass promises to myself
Excuses
Instead, decisions, dreams, deliberations
Decision 1: I'll contribute something today to Hubski, starting with this loveletter to flaggy's poem. Hey, _refugee_, rezzeJ adapt a line or two of flag's meditation to suit your own immediate moment. Let's make it #todayswritingprompt