Waiting at the Bus Stop (Poem)


Standing at a bus stop
I notice the intertwining vehicles and pedestrians
in a crowded city center
Their elegant twist
is a dance of patience, of courtesy
each waiting, inviting the other
to move silently
in my head, the noise stops
and the music begins
each step in rhythm
each partner taking turns of
graciously swinging the other around them
we are the interlocking, interwoven movement of ourselves around each other.
even the trucks that weigh tons
seem to move effortlessly around the city, around busy city folk
like moons spinning circles around planets spinning circles around suns
spinning
turning
churning out time itself
in this static dance
ever singing
ever flowing
we enact the song of life
we, the heartbeat of the world
carry on.

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