Imagining Time

The time told me I had little left
so I hopped on a bus and let it take me where I ended up.
I didn’t do much there, just painted my nails and such.
I feasted on freedom
and downed optimism so quick I hiccuped for an hour after.
I didn’t worry about anything and it was easy and calm and hopeful.
So when I arrived back, the planet in my heart had more land of bright
and it affected the rest of my imagination space
and as long as time is,
I’ll always have that.
Even when I can’t remember where I put it.

I Wave To These People

Morning bus and afternoon bus,
when it stops and the lights go on and the stop sign out,
and my child gets off the bus safely.
Every single time
when there are cars that have stopped,

I acknowledge the people inside of them.
Not all people follow laws,
sometimes I acknowledge the people that do.
I turn and I wave

to let them know
I appreciate their red tail lights.