Transport Publicly

the day starts
after you situate yourself for the day by dressing, collecting the necessities stowing them in your pack, eat and lock the door behind you
your shoes hit the pavement and make there way to the grassy curbside where you wait by a sign for the large public transportation device also known to humans as a bus
time passes
the cross walk chirps, cars stop and resume motion, bicyclers, pedestrians, a dog barks
numerous individuals with their own personal stories enter and leave your line of sight
the thought of what those stories might be enters and leaves your mind
you hear the air from the brakes release
the doors, pass in hand, your on and seated
you're finally situated in the seat and it's time to look up and familiarize yourself with your fellow passengers
the backs of people heads are all you see with a profile here and there
and then there's the bus drivers reflection in his mirror above head
some listen contently to there headsets, others read a book, some talk on phones, but most sit in silence waiting patiently for the turn to pull the cord to signal to stop ahead
the people are from all walks of life
elderly, and young mothers, blind, and handicap, bicyclers, and business people, students and the less fortunate...an occasional conversation competes with the roar of the vehicle's engine
picking up and releasing at almost every available stop
out the window the world is in a hurry as it goes by
"200 South and main street" calls the driver on the overhead speaker
it's time to pull the cord, you do and the bells chimes
thank the driver
your journey has ended
until next time.