Missing Buses

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
Bulletproofness after too many bullets
Buses 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
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
Taking 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