Three walls of plexiglas enclosed a trashcan and a wooden bench.
As streetlights sharpened shadows grim, the shelter seemed to welcome me.
I heard rough snoring as he dozed and smelled his alcoholic stench.
I didn’t want to waken him while waiting for the Number Three.
Though sheltered from the autumn breeze I felt a quivering of fright.
Would I be safer in the cold? I tried to think what I should do.
He sat up with a cough and wheeze as I retreated to the light,
my shivering now uncontrolled. What if I left, would he pursue?
I dithered a few moments more—the bus stopped as its air brakes hissed.
It felt so bright and warm inside, although my heart still beat quite fast.
I’d never been so scared before; a fear I finally dismissed
as I continued on my ride. Relaxing, I felt safe at last.
Copyright © J-Mag Guthrie | Year Posted 2017