curling up to sleep
on the back of the bus
amongst the luggage
brown and blue and brown again
engine droning
bumps like turbulence high above
tides of the moon rolling in
quiet but not
it’s late now; dark
lights off magazines put away
seeable scenery unseeable
glowing lights from old filling stations
glowing lights from who knows…far away
all night convenience stores
lonely places with lonely souls
headlights passing anonymously
at strange angles
driver, our lives are in your hands
twenty or so people
all together yet alone
