The Air-con Bus

Two by two, I, next to you
In this manufactured cool condition.
Decked like dominoes
Forward facing, backward breaking into
Anonymity like the comfort
Of an old sleeping Tee.

Hear the little chatter in the corner made
For bonding which you don’t care.
Live in the silence of your equal partner,
For no possibility of Otherwise.
You live, he lives and we all move on,
Maybe let the buildings catch our eye.

Two by two, you wish for one,
In the solitude of your seat
Some space for some time
Until someone comes, breaking into
Your private world like a thief who
Trespasses your room.

See yourself in your little corner made
For the moment for your cares.
Search the details of your vacillating thoughts
For every possibility Otherwise.
You live too long but you must move on
Maybe let some pleasure pierce your heart.

© 1994 Sherrie Lee