by J. P. Davies

The world drifts through layer of glass
"Hear You Me" Through the headphones.
Another bus south...
The familiar pilgrimage of the son
of a broken home.
He sits and thinks of life
and wonders where it leads.
From here all paths seem possible
(if not probable...)
The unforseen lurks
just over the next hill

The song continues through the JVCs
as he floats over past, present, future
a mysterious connection
of events somehow adding up
to him finding himself here
on this seat...
on this bus...
In the center of it all.

The song changes...
The bus stays the same...
The view shifts from ocean to trees...
and back again...
He sits...
The song plays on...


Posted on 05/17/2003
Copyright © 2022 J. P. Davies

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 05/17/03 at 06:31 AM

I really, really love this. This is beautiful, Jordan.

Posted by Alex Smyth on 06/15/03 at 08:48 AM

Very evocative. The reader is literally transported to the busride and mental frame of the author. Nice crafting!

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