Does This Bus Have GPS?

 

Pedal to the metal straight into the ground

The gears were grinding noisily

Just trying to spin around

Then ‘she’ headed toward a cliff

And ‘he’ jumped off the bus

Both screaming to themselves

“What the fuck is wrong with us?”

 

An oval path ensured the scenery wouldn’t change

That ‘been here before’ feeling

Where the familiar meets the strange

Two started out somewhere

By grand design or compelled force

One abruptly changed direction

And blew the other one off course

 

One ‘he’ and one ‘she’ moving in their time

From two ends of a ladder

Trying to figure out the climb

Both eyeing vacant middle

One holding out a rope

Urging the other to ‘grab on”

Hearing “ Nah, don’t think so, nope”

 

Working on a bridge to cross their Rubicon

Each wishing, hoping, praying

That the other’s not yet gone

Two striving for new firsts

While often feeling last

In their struggle to reface

Unlucky die that life had cast

 

One advised the other to go seek better light

The other replied plaintively

“Your light is plenty bright”

Where will they both end up?

Is there any way to tell?

Just an unheard ding and dong

From one more unringing bell?

 

If the one you treasure isn't ready for you

Learn from what you share

Help see each other through

Lend an ear and be safe haven

Let the compassion you can bring

Help you be each other’s clapper

It’s what makes the BIG bell ring

 

 

      s. paul  (June 2021)