I sat on a bus
behind a beautiful man
and his beautiful woman
on a balmy night
more beautiful even
than all of us together
(And this was a beautiful man.)
I sat
with my head
and my heart
and my belly
filled
with the various wonders
of the day,
random and planned,
buttered and plain,
lovely and odd.
And I sat
in my seat
(with my book
in my lap
for camouflage)
beside one young man
speaking French
to another
And I sat
across the aisle
from a girl who sang
like a bird
And I sat
a few rows up
from a baby who cried
like a baby
And we all sat like that,
me
and my book
and these people
and their music
for a good twenty blocks
A very good twenty blocks
And I thought that my heart
and my head
and my belly
were as full
as could be
with love
and joy
and music
Until I got off of the bus
and I thought
about how
I would share it
with you.
xxx
c
Image by Bill Ward’s Brickpile via Flickr, used under a Creative Commons license.
And thank you for sharing it wish us, Colleen.
this is incredible. i absolutely love it.
You. Are. Amazing. I seriously long for Thursdays so I can read more of your poems! Have you thought of writing a poetry book? You should! This is my favorite part of this one:
I sat
with my head
and my heart
and my belly
filled
with the various wonders
of the day,
random and planned,
buttered and plain,
lovely and odd.
LOVE it!
My fave is:
And I sat
across the aisle
from a girl who sang
like a bird
And I sat
a few rows up
from a baby who cried
like a baby
and YES, I’d not only buy that book; I’d stalk you for an inscription and give them as gifts. Colleen: you have a way of offering entertaining, useful and supportive work that keeps giving. Keep rocking the truth.
Not to add to the pressure or nuthin… but I, too, look forward to these Thursday poems, and I, too, hope you’ll gather them all into a book that I can then happily buy. Very happily.
Beautiful, Colleen. I’m feeling a little more full of love and joy and music now, and I really needed that this morning. (:
… the wheels in my brain went ’round and ’round
all over town … will share with my poetry class this
morning … lovely
chop wood, carry water, write BEAUTIFUL stu-u-u-ff.
xo
Beautiful. Quietly beautiful and lovely.
Thanks!
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
The support for Poetry Thursday has been overwhelming and touching and surprising in the best way.
And okay, okay—I’ll think about a book. Even though a part of me still thinks all of you are either nuts or I’m going to get a group pantsing.
one of the things overcoming
the resistor did
was cause me to tell you this:
on sunday, my son, who is
an artist,
had an open house at his
studio along with several
other artists in the building
they all share
he had always told me
about his friend, nathan,
who he went to art school with.
nathan always wanted to be
a bus driver ever since
he was a little boy.
nathan is also a budding
filmmaker.
well, i finally met nathan in
my son’s studio
i went to my son’s computer
and found your poem on the
bu-u-u-u-us
and i read it to him
he liked it
a lot
and so did his
girlfriend who is a dancer
look how your words are
rippling out into society
keep up the great work
colleen
you know
i’m a fan
debbe