A Novel Bus Ride
A Novel Bus Ride
First week of schools' lockdown
Got to the terminal in town
Surveying the scene around me
Detecting a sense of solemnity
Got unto the bus quietly
The lady in the seat glanced suspiciously
Jamming to the side more closely
Her head almost out the window
I know what she thinking for sure
Because it’s on my mind as well
But neither of us can tell.
No conductor –No jamming no fuss
People cautiously slipping into the bus
Nobody seem to be bothering
With ‘strange’ woman on the sidewalk singing
“Corona Corona
God go destroy Grenada’
And the bus quietly pulling out
Not provoking the coughs under lockdown in the mouth
My lady still not turning around
And I thinking of doing a sneeze, any sound.
‘Strange’ woman still singing she calypso
Pelting lyrics for so
“Corona Corona
Too much obeah
And rapist in Grenada.”
Leaving her behind
I praying for her mind
While others minding their business
Sanitizing away the impending crises.
With the bus stealthily moving
Not a word echoing
All the way to Springs
I pondering on this new thing
Until my time to drop out
Just knocking, no shout
But where is the tin
To drop the money in?
By C. Adams
4/4/20
Copyright © Clare Adams | Year Posted 2020
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