My Picture: Xinxiang, Henan Province am this morning.

Riding on the bus this morning was not easy.
An hour to think,
about the unhappy, the bitter
and the unrequited.

Solitary existences that
exacerbate our sense of obligation,
and focus our thoughts
on life beyond the planets.

Dancing thought the potholes,
I listened to a podcast
on ‘hope’……
or how darkness scatters
and life goes on.

Listening to the sound of marching feet,
the poems simmered in my head.
And as the morning fog entered
the broken day, I was just glad to be here
and alive.