Midnight Bus Ride
.
I slumped in a window seat
on a midnight bus heading for
home hundreds of miles away.
As the highway snaked up
a winding route along a hillside,
the reading lights went out.
My book back in my jacket pocket,
I looked out the window, my nose
nudging lightly at the glass pane.
There, a starlit lake shimmered,
palm trees shivered, boat lamps
twinkled, bobbed on soft currents.
For what seemed like eternity,
I stared at that breath-taking
sight, mesmerized by its mystery.
Someone turned on the lights.
Like burst bubbles, the lake, palm
trees and boat lamps disappeared.
Nothing left but my own reflection
on the glass, staring quizzically
back at its own reflection, me.
.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2011
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