I never wanted to ride the bus, not into public transportation.
Nothing against it, but I am happy with my head in the clouds
Clouds of smoke
Pollution conjured by my horsepower wizard.
I never wanted to ride the bus
Didn’t want, until I questioned.
Questioned what was on the other side, of an isle,
An ocean, and the other side of that?
Words from a stranger won’t stem the tide; I need to search for myself.
I sought to do for myself, firsthand
I cringed while I questioned, I changed course for the better
“Where have you been all my life?”
I ponder as the bus serpentines the avenues.
The taunting reply, a tone to raise a brow
“You have said that before.
In a moment of lowest low, you looked to Christ.
And in his loving embrace, you found sanctuary and peace.”
So now I question my new questions, which seems fair enough.
They are mine to choose and so mine to change,
And what good is unused change, you ask?
I hope we ask.
Unused change to ride the bus, public transportation, change.
Where have you been all my life
Change, love, caring
Searching for ideas unknown
I love, loving change
And it makes me happy
Riding the bus.
*originally published 2017