Bus Ride on a Summer Night
Bus crammed, I squeeze and stumble to a seat,
Loathing the heat, rank sweat, and noise, so I
Avert my gaze, stare at a cobalt sky
And miles of matching boxes on the street,
Screen shot from YouTube.
Which cut to a new picture suddenly –
Black velvet crossed by lines of red and white
Clear shining beads, bright rosaries of light,
Stretching past the horizon towards infinity . . .
I see the threads that run through every bead,
Each prayer and fear, each joy and agony,
Entangling into one humanity:
One flesh, one blood, from one uncommon seed –
It's passed; I shift, relax into my seat,
And breathe in human life, so warm, so sweet.
~~
George J. Dance, 2007
from Doggerel, and other doggerel, 2015
[All rights reserved - used with permission]
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