Occupied, As I Wait

Hooded figures,
emerge as daylight
disappears.
Dissatisfied with
ice-cold steel
to sit upon.

Waiting, eyes darting.
Is that the one? No.

Thudding beats – individual ears.

Sheeted glass walls,
freshly black paint fumes.

I study a young girl
half naked
in the winter
months.
Screeching, crying
at her cold-hearted boyfriend.

Like a lioness,
a mother clutches
her escaping toddler.
Pit stop – Wait. Home.

Swinging my feet to the
rhythm of the wind.

Observing, I write.
Curious creature.

Occupied, I see my bus.