On the Bus Ride Home

on the bus ride home i dream of my parents i pass by my grade school i make enemies with the boy sitting across from me i contemplate the bag of pills in my backpack i contemplate starting over i make friends with the girl in front of me i watch her get off and walk to the variety store i start a book i call my mom i make plans for the weekend i plan to cancel them i watch the trees go by i think of the trees i used to climb i could climb so high before i got so scared i haven't left the ground in years i think if i tried i might find my feet rooted in place