Lines written on a bus, travelling home from Vancouver
We glide through the night
Languidly we sit on padded seats
While Quebecois girls trill in the background
A bell, and the red light illumines
The bus turns right on Resthaven Road
A traveller ascends the stair
The Quebecois girls laughingly alight
Branches screechingly scrape the roof
I see faces reflected in the glass
As the bus turns into the woods.
Woman at my right,
You and I are strangers mute
You with your earbuds and I with my suit.
Lights are yellow here
Greenhouses glow with a yellow light
Streetlamp by yellow streetlamp
Yellow numbers on double-decker buses
And a dank yellow smell.
I wish this languid ride would never end
Its hectic destination be postponed
But then, one fully is oneself at home.