Oh My God
my stop’s coming
Don’t wanna transfer
Consoled myself
imagined Jesus in empty seat
until a stranger sat
Lurch
Shudder
Hiss
Stood too soon
falling straight into stranger
where Jesus was
Sorry Sorry I’m mumbling
Confessing
Transitions are hard
And lonely
except exiting stranger
six lane whiz
my baggage
and all my uncertainty
Your Bags? stranger asks
I’m OK I say until they’re spilt
middle of crosswalk
If a stranger helps me transfer
God do nothing less
Don’t you dare be only on other side
Bus coming
Mine? Panic
Fumbling for phone for map
Too late it’s stopping
The direction’s right
Oh My God
If I go, will you come?
We’re boarding
Falling again
an empty seat
Thank God
Checking my things
nothing’s lost
but pride
Transfers are humbling
