my new job

I'm late before I even open my eyes

coffee sounds necessary, possibly a bagel

high hopes of magic money in my account as I order my food

declined 

the sandwich artists give me my much desired food even though I paid only for brown water

I don't want your bagel charity, but I'll take it 

late

work...more like zen 

the school bus is serene 

I'm left alone with the rattles and rumbles of this yellow machine 

these roads know me well

we hug the curves and I know just where I stand in the universe

even with my eyes averted down to my most recent love affair of a book

I almost make it a game..."feel inside where you are and then look up to see if you're right"

I am

Engrossed in the adventure in my hands that's pressed between trees, my eyes burn with the promise of tears

tales of siblings is the catalyst 

The breaks whine as we make a halt at the place I used to call school 

I wipe a tear, glancing in the over sized rear view mirror to determine whether the bus driver witnessed my emotion 

safe

as the children fill their seats, my perspective morphs 

book shut along with my emotions 

these children

special needs?

I need them more than they need me 

I make animal noises for a boy in his wheel chair 

This makes him wild, limbs punching the air with joy

never have I heard such a pure laugh 

new tears

I laugh so hard I cry 

I see him

this should be me

doctor ordered.

he is the happiest 

and I know I would be too

bound by a chair or not,we still sing

we sing

we are joyful people

and I am one of them again

stubborn buckles, chair lifts and getting sneezed on

I am alive

children disappear to leave me

again with book, with my silence 

"take it easy" I demand the bus driver as my day concluded itself

he gandered at my crotch

sick man

but I can't be bothered

I'm the queen of the world