I close one eye

To lose my depth of field

I am so limited

To the infinite unravel of the universe

Hinged to meaning

In patterns and code

I am thirsty -- so thirsty

Someone near the front of the bus says

"Thirsty."

The woman in the shawl

Teal and sepia shawl

Stands up to exit the bus

She slings a cloth bag over her shoulder

Knitting needles poking out

The little boy behind me says

"Why sideways?"

The boy's father says

"Do you mean what is sideways?"

"No," the boy says

"Why is it called sideways anyway?"

I am so limited

To the infinite unravel of the universe

Hinged to meaning

In pattern and code

Cold cold code

Young drunk guys

With wrap-around sunglasses

Sit near me

At the back of the bus

Stinking of booze

Speaking maybe Greek

I look out the window

Water so blue

I close one eye

To lose my depth of field

I am so limited

So limited

To the infinite unravel of the universe

Hinged to meaning

In pattern and code -- cold cold cold code

I am thirsty -- so thirsty

Someone near the front of the bus says

"Thirsty."

During World War II

Men wrote home

To women

Waiting

One man's elegant hand

On paper wrote

"What I miss most

Is talking with you

About the beauty

Of everything."

Everyone gets off the bus

Before I do

I am so limited

So limited

To the infinite unravel

Ravel, unravel

Of the universe

Hinged to meaning

In pattern and code -- cold cold code

Everyone gets off the bus

Before I do