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.
The sight of the sky this morning was a visual that jumped on my breath and rode a few of them away.
In awe but in my living room, I stood
my insides fluttering around this rising intensity.
It flopped right out of my eyes as gloss.
And out of my mouth as grin.
my son waved energetically and blew me a kiss back
as his bus was pulling away.
That REALLY crimpled up some tears.
You’re so wonderful.