The Ride

 

I ride the school bus and stare out the window

I can see so many, but they don’t notice me

            I’m just staring out at the world

A man on a cell phone, while driving to work,

clearly on his way to Starbucks to get his coffee fix

I see a few trees ahead of the game,

            leaves already changing, I admire the beauty

I see flashes of the sun rising,

            the bright light an early morning ritual

A girl is greeting her boyfriend before school;

Two friends slap hands and walk off together.

            The bus rolls onward

I think of the world and all the things going on,

then I remember what I see,      and wonder

            Will any of the people I see become famous?

            Will I ever see something important?

            What will happen today?

                                                Tomorrow?

                                                                        Next year?

            No one knows.

For now, I’ll just enjoy the ride.