The Bus Stop

Your wheels may roll.

But sometimes, a person has kept you back.

Your shoes may move.

But sometimes, a feeling has not yet walked.

Your smiles may shine.

But sometimes your tears glow quietly inside your eyes.

Your skies may sail.

But sometimes, your fears wake up in the night. 

Your mind caves in. Your heart beats out.

It feels like an ever-consuming burrow.

Why do people travel right into your life?

And then leave in the morning tomorrow.  

You think. You curse. You laugh. You cry.

But hug warm when you stand at the bus stop.

Destiny is one crazy animal. 

And homewards is always a funny ride.