Serious question
as I sit on this bus and see a world
hustling and bustling and rustling.
I am rubbing eyes and peering through
blurs as colours dance and
forms congeal.
The bus is about to pass it,
(whatever it may be),
and a pit grows within my
stomach, my desire to leave
leaps into legs and knees
wishing to propel me from
uncomfortable seat into sunshine
and rainbow potential.
If that is what I am seeing out
there, but trust my eyes I cannot.
It might just be life living
its best self out there,
my sight confused and my mind
awash.
We pass and pass and continue
forward, through teeming traffic
and my thoughts return.
Perhaps I was mistaken,
perhaps opticians are required,
or maybe, for moments fleeting,
I had an imagination.