At the Bus Stop

Winter

At the bus stop

thoughts of you

arrive like a bus

to the wrong destination

or a bus that is so full

and I can't get on.

I'm stuck in a cold part of town

fingers freezing

stamping my feet.

All I want 

is to be home

in the warm

wrapped up in you.

Summer

At the bus stop

on a summer's day

sun dazzling

the breeze from the arriving bus

ruffles my skirt.

So long I've waited

is this finally the right bus?

Will it take me

where I want to go?

A single ticket

set for adventure

thoughts of you

still dance around my head

and make me smile. :-)