Bus home from shopping – commonplace event.
Woman boards, sits beside me without intent.
She’s young (of course) emanating power
Which crossed the slim space between us to scour
My stupor at the ordinariness
Of the ride, imbue hyperawareness
Of her presence, all her vitality;
Then a stop, departure, finality.
Just what was it made her leaving so sad?
I was only twice as old as her dad….