Poem: Missing Busses

Another take on "well, that guy certainly missed the bus."

Missing Busses One of the calm periods in a life still not too stormy, but unsettled and needing breath Time to pull it all together, as if that were possible There are times for this I guess A wonderment of no lightning, bulletproof after too many bullets Busses that stop midway in the block, but usually I missed them And what of you, is your tide rising, supporting, carrying you inland? A crest that’s sharpened by demand, knowing now’s the time to swim hard and taking the long strokes upward When it wants to surge ahead, let it run, spool it out a way, stopping only for moments to reflect Take the time you need, it’s never offered An imperfect world, but heady stuff We’re at different points of the compass, you gaining ground, swimming hard, me floating and carried by the wind Not the time to catch you by the hand Your bus never even paused, halfway in my life

This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.