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What a Day!
A full-circle chaos that ends with a divine miracle.
after communing with my beloved tree
and whispering my wishes for the day,
my early morning bus pulls up,
I plop down, breathe in and out, and
put on my 528Hz sound,
three lone passengers on board,
including myself, still zoning our way
back to sleep,
it’s a cold, dark Friday morning,
the bus rhythm is like hope that will
never back down,
its lights whisper, “wake up, enjoy the ride,
keep your heart open for the day ahead.”
more sleepy spirits get on board along the way,
I close my eyes as the music stings down
my spine and into my veins,
then the bus squeaks to a full stop!
lingers… lingers on…
as if waiting for an unexpected finale
of a ‘life show’… while its engines
zing on… like a flatline tone…
now, we’re all wide awake, wondering
what’s going on,
yep, we’re getting abandoned,
so we get off to wait for the next bus,
in this cold, dark early Friday morning,
yawn… yawn!
after being frozen for ten minutes or so,
we finally get rescued,
and so… we’re clocking back in to life,
a short day that feels like a roller coaster ride.
going home time, wow, what a day!
the plot details can sneak into a
full-length story,
yet I’ve survived it all, now what can
go wrong?
the bus at York Mills Station looks
friendly and strong.
as the trip takes off, my sensitivity flares up,
how the test of faith plays a part,
not once have I ever budged,
I remain obedient and calm,
God Almighty, please, show me a sign
that this would have a good ending
tonight.
lo and behold, by the time we roll down
along Don Mills, the driver announces,
“This bus is switching to 95B going to
U of T! This bus is now 95B going to
U of T! If you’re taking 95A, you can
catch the one right behind us!”
three of us are forced to swirl out…
into the freezing, gloomy evening…
the traffic display before us is
unbearable to watch…
95A is stuck behind two white cars,
just about five metres away from
our delirium…
one lady takes a chance,
she scampers off to meet the bus…
it welcomes her on board, and I get
rattled… so off I run, hoping to hop
on, too…
and just as I’m about to catch it,
the driver’s face distorts with a scowl,
he drives on quite aggressively,
missing the right stop where we
were patiently waiting at for him
to pull up,
so I pace my way back as my body
goes numb,
I say to the other lady,
“Wasn’t he supposed to stop here?”
“Yeah, well, he’s an a***ole!” she replies,
grunting.
so for almost fifteen minutes,
I surrender my strength to the
freezing evening,
the wind feels like I’m bathing
in iced cold water,
finally, another 95A shows up
like the knight of swords,
it’s jammed with weary souls,
but there’s no turning back anymore,
I must get home…
now!
a beautiful miracle greets me inside,
a vacant blue seat that appears to have
only been anticipating for my arrival,
I take my seat and pray…
… what a day, what a day…
What a day!
I’m going home okay,
I’m safe and free.
I am safe.
I am free.