
monday poem 3
- I stand under the bus shelter
- and watch the seagulls soar across the gray sky,
- immune to the rain.
- I get on my bus
- begin to hum a tune
- It IS Monday morning
- I AM in a rainstorm
- I AM truly grateful
- for the beauty of this world.
- It’s almost a hymn.
- I’m not disappointed.
- The bus rushes up Page Mill Road
- against the rain that batters its windshield
- ineffectually.