Sometimes a Bus Ride Can Do This To You

                                                                   

One day I stopped

To accept a silent invitation.

We were on the bus,

In between places.

Outside the realm of Getting Things Done

Or Arriving

Or Finding the Right Words

Or Checking We Had Warm Enough Clothes On.

It looked like nothing was happening,

And yet, everything was happening.

A chest of jewels spread out before us:

Dogs, bikes, bags, bricks.

Clouds, lights, paving stones.

I discovered the magic that lives

In the  s p a c e s  between things.

Nestled safely in the Silence

Between the Things on the To-Do list,

Between Here and There.

Between the words we use

To build our lives.

And then, our stop.

Off we clamber.

Time to arrive,

Do we have warm enough clothes on?

Hold my hand as we cross the road.

Number 3 on my To-Do list

Floats back into my mind, begins to nag.

The daily details creep up over my shoulder

And settle themselves back in the driver’s seat.

But the Moment on the Bus

Has created just a 

little 

more 

space,

A little more of Me has been born.

And a little more Love has squeezed its way

Through the crack

And onto my lap.