It ain’t easy
These long trips between nowhere and doubt
Thinking of you
As the bus surges and shakes
Throwing me off balance
I find a seat and settle in
The bus turns
Pressing me against the window
I can not see beyond this glass
When the bus finally stops
Lurching me forward into the seats ahead
I am not any closer to understanding
I can’t decide on a title. I’ve been kicking around Motion, Moving Target, and It Ain’t Easy.
For the time being I have settled on a pun of the Howard Zinn book You Can’t Be Neutral on a Moving Train.