Nodding on a Friday
A heavy blanket woven from threads of sunlight.
The quiet sigh of humans on their way to a destination,
Feeling the oneness that comes from completing the same task as your fellow passenger.
A cool window to lean against
As you nod off on a Friday afternoon
The bus hums with you as you slip
Into a blissful net of warm air, cool windows, and quiet humanity
The world is right
The bus is warm
The rest is welcome
Now just don’t miss your stop.
